Once more I rose, and looking down into the lane, found it deserted;
the watcher had vanished. I also noticed that the casement next to
mine had been opened wide, and it was from here, as it seemed, that the
weeping proceeded.
After some little hesitation, I knocked softly upon the wall, at which
the weeping was checked abruptly, save for an occasional sob, whereupon
I presently rapped again. At this, after a moment or so, I saw a very
small, white hand appear at the neighboring window, and next moment was
looking into a lovely, flushed face framed in bright hair, with eyes
woefully swelled by tears—but a glance showed me that she was young,
and of a rare and gentle beauty. Before I could speak, she laid her
finger upon her lip with a warning gesture.
"Help me—oh, help me!" she whispered hurriedly; "they have locked me
in here, and I dare not go to bed, and—and—oh, what shall I do?"
"Locked you in?" I exclaimed.
"Oh, what shall I do?" she sobbed. "I tell you I am afraid of him—his
hateful, wicked eyes!" Here a tremor seemed to shake her, and she
covered her face with her hands. "To-night, when I found the key gone
from the door, and remembered his look as he bade me 'Good night,' I
thought I should have died. I waited here, close beside the
window—listening, listening. Once I thought I heard a step outside my
door, and opened the casement to throw myself out; he shall not find me
here when he comes."
"No," said I, "he shall not find you here when he comes."
All this she had imparted to me in broken whispers, and with her face
still hidden, but, at my words, she peeped at me through her fingers.
"You mean?"
"You must run away."
"But the door is locked."
"There remains the window."
"The window!" she repeated, trembling.
"You would find it easy enough with my help."
"Quick, then!" she exclaimed, and held out her hand.
"Wait," said I, and turned back into my room. Hereupon, having locked
the door, I got into my boots, slipped on my coat and knapsack, and,
last of all, threw my blackthorn staff out of the window (where I was
sure of finding it) and climbed out after it.
The porch I have mentioned, upon which I now stood, sloped steeply down
upon two sides, so that I had no little difficulty in maintaining my
foothold; on the other hand, it was no great distance from the ground,
and I thought that it would be easy enough of descent.
At this moment the lady reappeared at the lattice.
"What is it?" I whispered, struck by the terror in her face.
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