We shall find endless joy--endless power! I shall be with Octave then, as and when I please--and you with Edward.

Come!' The face bent nearer, and the iron hold closed again stealthily on the girl's wrist.

Lucy lay with her own face turned away and her eyes shut.

She scarcely breathed.

A word of prayer passed through her mind--an image of her white-haired uncle, her second father left alone and desolate.
Suddenly there was a quick movement beside her.