"Adah, Lily, Anna," he gasped, hardly knowing himself whose name he called in his despair.
She heard that sound, and started suddenly, for she thought it was her old, familiar name which no one knew there at Sunny Mead.

For a moment she paused; but it came not again, and so she turned the corner, and her shadow fell a second time on the haggard face pressed against that crevice in the wall, the opening large enough to thrust the long fingers through, in the wild hope of detaining her as she passed.
"Adah!" It was a gasping, bitter cry; but it reached her, and looking back, she saw the pale hand beckoning, the fingers motioning feebly, as if begging her to return.

There was a moment's hesitation, and then conquering her timidity, Adah went back, shuddering as she passed the still beckoning hand, and caught a glimpse of the wild eyes peering at her through the crevice.
"Adah!" She heard it distinctly now, and with it came thoughts of Hugh.

It must be he; and her feet scarcely touched the ground in her eagerness to find him.

Over the threshold, across the floor, and behind the hay she bounded; but stood aghast at the spectacle before her.