"Not a sound.

Something dreadful has happened--" Just then Anitra's door fell back and a wild image confronted him and such others as had by this time collected in the passageway.

With only a shawl covering her nightdress, the gipsy-like creature stood clawing the air and answering the looks that appealed to her, with wild gurgles, till suddenly her hot glances fell on Roger Ransom, when she instantly became rigid and stammered out: "She's gone! I saw her black figure go by my window.

She called out that the waterfall drew her.

She went by the little balcony and the roof.