Her lids fluttered; she moved in her chair, a deep sigh lifted her breast.
At that moment the door in Eleanor's hand escaped her and swung to.

Manisty started back and looked round him.
'Eleanor!--is that you ?' In the barred and ghostly light Eleanor came slowly forward.

She looked first at Lucy--then at Manisty.

Their eyes met.
Manisty was the first to move uneasily.
'Look at her, Eleanor!--poor child!--Alice must have attacked her in her room.

She escaped by a marvel.