34/43 But if it kills her, death is nothing!--nothing!--only the gate of life. Come!--come! prove it!' A hand darted and fell, like a snake striking. Lucy just threw herself aside in time--she sprang up--she rushed--she tore at the door--pulling at it with a frantic strength. It yielded with a crash, for the lock was already broken. Should she turn left or right ?--to the room of Mrs. |