CHAPTER XIX

THE FLASH OF DAY The mist came on thicker. It was so wetting that her clothes and face streamed with moisture, though she was too distressed to think of seeking shelter. The upper lawn appeared as a dark shadow against the paler grey of the sky, while the house itself was out of sight. As she stood trying to overcome her agitation, something began to affect her ears. It was not exactly a sound, but was more like a heavy _pulsing_. Her head throbbed with it, till she thought she should go mad. Then it ceased abruptl…