He would come at a moment's notice, she knew. But she
felt powerless to move. Sheer terror bound her limbs.
The thunder slowly ceased, and there followed a brief stillness
through which the beating of her heart clamoured wildly. Yet she
was beginning to tell herself that it was no more than a nightmare
panic that had caught her, when suddenly something knocked softly
upon the closed window beneath which she lay.
She started violently and glanced across the room, measuring the
distance to the further wall on which she herself would have to
knock to summon help.
Then, while instinctively she debated the point, summoning her
strength for the effort, there came another sound close to her--a
low voice speaking her name.
"Sylvia! Sylvia! Wake up and let me in!"
She snatched back the curtain in a second. She knew that voice.
By the shifting gleam of the lightning she saw him, looking in upon
her. Her fear vanished.
Swiftly she sprang to do his bidding. Had she ever failed to
answer any call of his? She drew back the bolts of her door, and
in a moment they were together.
The thunder roared again behind him as he entered, but neither of
them heard it. For he caught her in his arms with a hungry sound,
and as she clung to him nearly fainting with relief, he kissed her,
straining her to him gasping wild words of love.
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