Chapter TwelveSally did not lose consciousness, but terror rushed in upon her and benumbed her every faculty. She felt herself lifted, an arm as hard as iron about her waist, the hand crushed down upon her mouth. It was worse than the most awful dream that she had ever had. To an accompaniment of twittering noises from Etta, an “Oh, do be careful!” treading on the heels of “Oh, you’ll hurt her!” and “Oh, Lazare, do take care!” they crossed a hall and began to ascend a staircase. The man who carried Sally stopped half way up the stair to say “Chut!” not roughly, but with a certain intensity. The fact that Etta instantly held her tongue pierced through Sally’s terror and set her mind groping.
Next moment Etta was opening a door and switching on the electric light. Sally felt herself set dow
