“Who is there?”
No answer came, but a hand grasped the handle of the door and shook it rudely. It was locked, however, and Fair made no motion to open it, but called out as before:
“Who is there? Is it Sadie Allen?”
A loud, angry voice answered sharply:
“It is I—your husband! Open the door, and let me in.”
“I will not!” the girl answered defiantly, although her slight frame trembled, and she instinctively glanced at the bed.
To her horror and distress, she heard her mother gasp despairingly:
“Oh, I remember all! Fair is married to that wretch! There is nothing but misery and despair in store for my darling,” and, with the last words, she fell back and lay still and white, as she had done the night before.
“Come, none of your airs, madam! I am your master, and I command that you open the door at once!” sounded the angry, threatening voice outside, ending with a bitter oath.
Springing to the door, the hunted, desperate girl answered hoarsely: