"For Heaven's sake, Kitty, take care--the window, the window!"
But Kitty heard nothing, knew nothing, was conscious of nothing but a
mad desire to escape. The window was lifted high--high above her head,
and her face distorted with fear, she stood amid the soft greenery of
the Virginia creeper.
"Save me," she cried, "mercy, mercy!"
"Kitty, Kitty darling!"
* * * * *
The white dress passed through the green leaves. John heard a dull thud.
CHAPTER IX.
And the pity of it! The poor white thing lying like a shot dove,
bleeding, and the dreadful blood flowing over the red tiles....
Mr Hare was kneeling by his daughter when John, rushing forth, stopped
and stood aghast.
"What is this? Say--speak, speak man, speak; how did this happen?"
"I cannot say, I do not know; she did not seem to know me; she ran away.
Oh my God, I do not understand; she seemed as if afraid of me, and she
threw herself out of the window. But she is not dead ..."
The word rang out in the silence, ruthlessly brutal in its significance.
Mr Hare looked up, his face a symbol of agony. "Oh, dead, how can you
speak so ..."
John felt his being sink and fade like a breath, and then, conscious of
nothing, he helped to lift Kitty from the tiles.
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