She lay still, with a sort of stunned feeling, till the sense of what she had read came to her fully.
"Oh, Maurice!" she cried under her breath, "I want you! Come back to me! She shall never have you! You belong to me!" She covered her face with her hands, ashamed of even hearing her own words; then she got up and went across to her window, and looked out at the light burning on the tower--the light which shone far across the sea towards England.

But presently she came back, and reached her little desk--Maurice's gift long ago--and knelt down on the floor, and wrote, kneeling,-- "Dear Maurice, you promised that if ever I wanted you, you would come.

I want you now more than ever I did in my life.

Please, please come.
"LUCIA." Then she leaned her head down till it almost touched the paper, and stayed so for a few minutes before she got up from her knees and extinguished her candle..