I'm like the mysterious orphans in the
story-books, and I expect it will turn out I have a duke for a father,
somewhere or other."
Miss Dane walked to the window, drew the curtain, and looked out.
The full April moon, round and white, shone down in silvery radiance
upon the deserted avenue; the sky was aglitter with myriad stars; the
rattling of belated vehicles came, faint and far off, on the windless
night.
No-one was visible--not even a stray "guardian of the night," treading
his solitary round--and Mollie, after one glance at the starry concave,
was about to drop the curtain and retire, when a tall, dark figure came
fluttering up the street, pausing before the Walraven mansion, and
gazing up earnestly at its palatial front.
Mollie recognized that towering form instantly, and, impulsively opening
the sash, she leaned forward and called:
"Miriam!"
The woman heard her, responded, and advanced.
Mollie leaned further out.
"Have you come to see me?"
"I should like to see you. I heard you had returned, and came here,
though I did not expect to meet you at this hour.
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