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The White Witch. 9 “Nothing,” she whispered faintly. ‘‘ When I got as far as here, after staying with mamma, I thought I heard something, and I felt afraid to go into my room.” * Afraid of the dark? And your lamp is out. Poor child!” He took the tiny lamp she always used from her hand and lit it ; but still she did not move. ‘Look here. I will go into the schoolroom and light the candles for you, and then you won't mind going into your own room.” She held back his arms as he touched the door handle. “ No, no, thank you, I shall be all right now.” But Godfrey’s ears had also caught a sound inside the schoolroom. He dashed open the door; and as he did so, someone sprang upon him from the window. For one moment they struggled together in the dark, for the lamp had fallen and was out again; and then God- frey stood over his assailant, pinning him on the floor. “He's a devil; he wanted to hurt her; to take her away,” muttered a voice. ‘ But you sha’n’t, Master Godfrey ; you sha’n’t !” “It’s Dick!” cried Mary. ‘‘Oh, thank heaven, it’s only Dick!” CHAPTER XxX. FACE TO FACE WITH SIR WILLIAM. As Godfrey turned at Miss Dixon’s exclamation, Dick Wilding jumped up, flew to the open window, and with the agility of a cat, alighted upon the woodwork on the top of the greenhouse, and was making his way homewards, before his foe could give him so much as a shaking. “Who did you fear it was?” said Godfrey to her. “‘T never thought of Dick,” she faintly answered. ‘I thought of —of Hawkins —— ” “Ah, yes,” said Godfrey, apparently seeing nothing astonishing in this suggestion. But she saw that he was not deceived; that he suspected she had been entertaining some more terrible fear. “Mr. Godfrey, we will talk about it to-morrow; I am too tired to- night,” she said, tremulously, supporting herself against the table. “When I got to that part of the corridor and thought I heard sounds, I was too frightened to stir —— ” He had lighted the candles, and he turned and looked down upon her in a tumult of passionate pity, as he interrupted what she was saying. “Look here. You need not trouble your poor little head to think of excuses and explanations for me. I don’t wish to hearthem. But if ever you want to escape out of any difficulty, or any fear, whether fancied or real, or—or to avoid any danger you don’t want to meet, EONNIE ONCOL KS (E(@) m