"Come, good fellow, come," he cried, and tried to drag him out.
Then he made a startling discovery.
The faithful mastiff had dragged an unconscious human being to the window with his teeth, and was holding her up by a mass of golden hair in a vain effort to get her up to the sill, where she might be seen and rescued by the crowd.
[CHAPTER X.]
"HIS HEART WILL TURN BACK TO ME."
"Eyes that loved me once, I pray
Be not crueler than death;
Hide each sharp-edged glance away
Underneath its cruel sheath!
Make me not, sweet eyes, with scorn,
Mourn that I was ever born!"—Alice Cary.
Through the falling twilight of the bleak March day Ethel Winans sped away like a guilty creature, nor paused until she reached her home.
Entering by a private door she gained her own room unobserved and hastened to bathe her face and hands and rearrange her disordered tresses.