130 Turnaside Cottage.

 

to them out of the window. I rushed to the door,
and shook and beat at it like one possessed, but
it resisted all my efforts. I tore off the bedclothes,
and began knotting them together, thinking to let
myself down out of the window ; but all the wood-
work of the room was rotten, and there was no
place to which I could fasten the end. Another
wild attempt at the door, and still wilder appeal
into the darkness, and I threw myself on the floor
exhausted and despairing.