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Lady Goshe rose to her feet and laid her hand upon her heart. She seemed to have a difficulty in breathing, and gave way to an abject terror which deprived her of words. Alarmed as she was Mary Grover was strongly moved by pity for her sister. Lady Goshe's pale face and dark eyes were eloquent of the treatment she had been subjected to in the past. But it was no time to dwell upon such points. The moment had come for action.
"You must rouse yourself," Nora went on. "If we delay it may be too late, and it will never do for all of us to be here. These men are desperate and won't be particular as to their methods. You must lock the door behind me and bar up the windows. Come, be quick!"