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CHAPTER TWELVE

"What do you want?" Elita's voice was surly ; and now through the darkness Lizbeth could vaguely see the white oval of her face, her dark eyes, suspicious and wary.
" Where is Francis?"
To Lizbeth's surprise she did not receive an answer. Instead it seemed to her a flicker of fear passed over Elita's face, but it might have been merely a trick of the darkness.
" Let me in," Lizbeth said impatiently. "It is impossible to stand here where we cannot see each other."
She loosed hold of the bridle of her horse as she spoke.
" He will not wander far," she said more to herself than to Elita. "He is too tired."
She stepped towards the door as if she would enter the house. It did not open for her as she expected. Instead, Elita appeared to bar the way, only a portion of her showing through the partially-opened door.
" You must go away," she said, in a low, fierce voice. "I would not have answered you had I not feared you would wake the whole neighbourhood with your shouting."
" Why are you behaving like this?" Lizbeth asked. "Let me in, Elita. We cannot talk to each other out here in the cold."
Her persistence seemed to make Elita decide to do what she was asked. The door was opened and a second later Lizbeth stood in the hall. The door was closed behind her. Both the girls were in the darkness for a moment while Elita fumbled about and eventually lit a candle.
It burned slowly and fitfully, but by its light Lizbeth could see Elita for the first time. She was astonished by what she saw. The girl was obviously ill, thin and emaciated, her cheek-bones etched sharply against her face, her eyes burning dark and feverishly in their sockets. She looked very different from the exotic Elita whom Lizbeth had suspected of seducing Francis for her own ends.
There was something radically wrong, Lizbeth could see that at a glance, and she noticed that Flita's hands were trembling as she turned to face her. The hall smelt dank and cold and somehow an atmosphere of horror seemed to creep over Lizbeth. It was in a voice hardly above a whisper that she managed to ask:

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