The figure that she pursued entered the door of the house, and passed into the corridor traversing the wing.

Grace was in time to see it cross the threshold of Miriam's door, which stood ajar.

She stole to the door, and peeped in.
There was the figure; but of Miriam there was no trace.
The figure slowly unfastened and threw back the hood which covered its head, at the same time turning round, so that its countenance was revealed.

A torrent of black hair fell down over its shoulders.

Grace uttered an involuntary exclamation.