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The
girl
was
lying
,
half-dressed
,
upon
it
.
He
had
roused
her
from
her
sleep
,
for
she
raised
herself
with
a
hurried
and
startled
look
.
'
Get
up
!
'
said
the
man
.
'
It
is
you
,
Bill
!
'
said
the
girl
,
with
an
expression
of
pleasure
at
his
return
.
'
It
is
,
'
was
the
reply
.
'
Get
up
.
'
There
was
a
candle
burning
,
but
the
man
hastily
drew
it
from
the
candlestick
,
and
hurled
it
under
the
grate
.
Seeing
the
faint
light
of
early
day
without
,
the
girl
rose
to
undraw
the
curtain
.
'
Let
it
be
,
'
said
Sikes
,
thrusting
his
hand
before
her
.
'
There
's
enough
light
for
wot
I
've
got
to
do
.
'
'
Bill
,
'
said
the
girl
,
in
the
low
voice
of
alarm
,
'
why
do
you
look
like
that
at
me
!
'
The
robber
sat
regarding
her
,
for
a
few
seconds
,
with
dilated
nostrils
and
heaving
breast
;
and
then
,
grasping
her
by
the
head
and
throat
,
dragged
her
into
the
middle
of
the
room
,
and
looking
once
towards
the
door
,
placed
his
heavy
hand
upon
her
mouth
.
'
Bill
,
Bill
!
'
gasped
the
girl
,
wrestling
with
the
strength
of
mortal
fear
--
'
I
--
I
wo
n't
scream
or
cry
--
not
once
--
hear
me
--
speak
to
me
--
tell
me
what
I
have
done
!
'
'
You
know
,
you
she
devil
!
'
returned
the
robber
,
suppressing
his
breath
.
'
You
were
watched
to-night
;
every
word
you
said
was
heard
.
'
