Mathers took me up into his room.

He has made something there which looks like a scaffold.

The doll was hanging by a piece of string from the gallows.
Elizabeth!--my God, but it was like you!" he cried, suddenly dropping his head upon his arms.
For a moment, a reflection of the terror which had seized him flashed in her own face.

It passed quickly away.

She laughed mockingly.
"My dear father," she protested, "you are certainly not yourself this morning." "I saw you swinging," he muttered, "swinging by that piece of cord! There was a great black pin through your heart.