Who was it that seemed to come between her and him ?--some one he knew, yet could not identify.

Then the hours sounded uncertainly; some he appeared to have missed.

There, at length, was seven.

Why, this was morning; and Slimy had promised that he should be set free before this.

What was it that tortured his struggling brain so?
A thought he strove in vain for a time to grasp.
The meaning flashed upon him.