Chapter 17 No.17

Alone at last; and the ghastly fear, the terrible dread, overwhelmed Hyacinth. The paper dropped from her hands, and she fell, with a low, shuddering cry, on her knees. The news was too cruel, too dreadful, too horrible. She moaned rather than cried-"Oh, merciful Heaven, let me die! let me die!"

The fear that was upon her was far more trying tha