Publisher's Synopsis
The Hall went cold as Ice, and I was startled to hear the footsteps of somebody running up the path, the person's approach was like She or He had done it on a regular basis, I heard the key in the lock, and the door opened inward with a bang, the lovely girl hardly paused, before she. brushed right past me and disappeared into her bedroom, threw herself on the bed, buried her face in the feather pillow, and began to sob for all she was worth, I followed her to the door because few men can resist the drive to console a pretty woman in distress, she was mumbling as she wept ' O John I am sorry to have left you for Patrick, I am sorry to have run away from home, he hurt me and made me do awful things, they shoved meunder and express train..
