The time was when Faynie would have shrieked aloud or swooned from
terror; but she had gone through so many thrilling scenes during the
last few weeks of her eventful young life that fear within her breast
had quite died out.
Was it only her wild, fanciful imagination, or did she hear the sound of
low breathing? Faynie stood quite still, leaning behind a marble Flora,
and listened.
Yes, the sound was audible enough now. There was somebody in the
corridor creeping toward the spot where she stood, with swift but
noiseless feet.
Nearer, nearer the footsteps crept, the soft, low-bated breathing
sounding closer with every step.
With a presence of mind which few young girls possessed, Faynie
suddenly stepped forward and turned on the gas jet from an electric
button, full head.
The sight which met her gaze fairly rooted her to the spot.
For one brief instant of time it seemed to Faynie as though her breath
was leaving her body.
She stood paralyzed, unable to stir hand or foot, if her very life had
depended upon it.
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