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We
approached
the
door
,
but
suddenly
a
woman
appeared
out
of
the
shadow
and
stood
in
the
golden
track
of
the
lamplight
.
I
could
not
see
her
face
in
the
darkness
,
but
her
arms
were
thrown
out
in
an
attitude
of
entreaty
.
"
For
God
's
sake
,
do
n't
,
Jack
!
"
she
cried
.
"
I
had
a
presentiment
that
you
would
come
this
evening
.
Think
better
of
it
,
dear
!
Trust
me
again
,
and
you
will
never
have
cause
to
regret
it
.
"
"
I
have
trusted
you
too
long
,
Effie
,
"
he
cried
sternly
.
"
Leave
go
of
me
!
I
must
pass
you
.
My
friends
and
I
are
going
to
settle
this
matter
once
and
forever
!
"
He
pushed
her
to
one
side
,
and
we
followed
closely
after
him
.
As
he
threw
the
door
open
an
old
woman
ran
out
in
front
of
him
and
tried
to
bar
his
passage
,
but
he
thrust
her
back
,
and
an
instant
afterwards
we
were
all
upon
the
stairs
.
Grant
Munro
rushed
into
the
lighted
room
at
the
top
,
and
we
entered
at
his
heels
.
It
was
a
cosy
,
well-furnished
apartment
,
with
two
candles
burning
upon
the
table
and
two
upon
the
mantelpiece
.
In
the
corner
,
stooping
over
a
desk
,
there
sat
what
appeared
to
be
a
little
girl
.
Her
face
was
turned
away
as
we
entered
,
but
we
could
see
that
she
was
dressed
in
a
red
frock
,
and
that
she
had
long
white
gloves
on
.
As
she
whisked
round
to
us
,
I
gave
a
cry
of
surprise
and
horror
.
The
face
which
she
turned
towards
us
was
of
the
strangest
livid
tint
,
and
the
features
were
absolutely
devoid
of
any
expression
.
An
instant
later
the
mystery
was
explained
.
Holmes
,
with
a
laugh
,
passed
his
hand
behind
the
child
's
ear
,
a
mask
peeled
off
from
her
countenance
,
and
there
was
a
little
coal-black
negress
,
with
all
her
white
teeth
flashing
in
amusement
at
our
amazed
faces
.
I
burst
out
laughing
,
out
of
sympathy
with
her
merriment
;
but
Grant
Munro
stood
staring
,
with
his
hand
clutching
his
throat
.
"
My
God
!
"
he
cried
.
"
What
can
be
the
meaning
of
this
?
"
"
I
will
tell
you
the
meaning
of
it
,
"
cried
the
lady
,
sweeping
into
the
room
with
a
proud
,
set
face
.
"
You
have
forced
me
,
against
my
own
judgment
,
to
tell
you
,
and
now
we
must
both
make
the
best
of
it
.
My
husband
died
at
Atlanta
.
My
child
survived
.
"
"
Your
child
?
"
She
drew
a
large
silver
locket
from
her
bosom
.
"
You
have
never
seen
this
open
.
"
"
I
understood
that
it
did
not
open
.
"
