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CHAPTER THREE

LIZBETH lay in the dark and listened. There was only the silence of the great house, which had long been closed for the night. Outside she could hear the hoot of an owl and occasionally far away in the woods the bark of a fox and the high scream of a jay.
They were the usual sounds she heard at night when she was awake, sounds which were not only familiar, but dear so that often she deliberately lay awake to listen for them, feeling they were part of her life and being proud that she could identify each sound.
But to-night she was listening for other noises and she lay rigid in the softness of her bed, waiting for the soft creaking of a door and for footsteps coming up the broad oak stairs. She had heard footsteps descending those same stairs two or three hours earlier, and wondering who could be creeping about in the darkness of the night, she had opened her door and looked down the passage.
She had just a glimpse of a figure with a lighted taper in his hand disappearing round the bend of the staircase. That brief glimpse had been enough for her to recognize Francis wearing his cloak and hat. She had resisted an impulse to run after him and to ask him where he was going; for she knew the answer well enough.
It was the risk he took which horrified her ; it was still early enough for her father to be awake and to hear, as she had done, the opening of Francis' bedroom door and the sound of his footsteps descending the stairs. But she knew that nothing she could say would deter her brother from his purpose and to argue would only increase the danger of his being discovered.
Softly she closed her door and forced herself to go back and lie down on her bed. Yet from that moment it was impossible for her to sleep. In her mind she followed Francis across the garden and out through the lodge gates. It would not take him long to walk to the Keens' house ; and there her

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