It reached her knees, her waist, her arm-pits, and even here did not stop. Higher still it mounted, until it reached her pallid lips.
[CHAPTER VI.]
THE REMEMBERED BILLS.
Some few days subsequent to my adventure in the dive I met a lady on the street, at sight of whose face I gave a slight start.
I had seen the face somewhere before; in fact, felt that I had once been quite familiar with it.
Ah!
"Mrs. Morris!" I said.
The lady turned swiftly, not a little startled at being thus addressed. Then I saw her face light up with a look of recognition.
"I thought I was not mistaken," I said. "You remember me, I hope?"