'The carriage is driving away!' I cried.
'Yes, it is draiving away,' she echoed.
But I had sprung from my bed, and was looking over her shoulder, before she
perceived me.
'It is Lady Knollys!' I screamed, seizing the window-frame to force it up,
and, vainly struggling to open it, I cried--
'I'm here, Cousin Monica. For God's sake, Cousin Monica--Cousin Monica!'
'You are mad, Meess--go back,' screamed Madame, exerting her superior
strength to force me back.
But I saw deliverance and escape gliding away from my reach, and, strung
to unnatural force by desperation, I pushed past her, and beat the window
wildly with my hands, screaming--
'Save me--save me! Here, here, Monica, here! Cousin, cousin, oh! save me!'
Madame had seized my wrists, and a wild struggle was going on. A
window-pane was broken, and I was shrieking to stop the carriage. The
Frenchwoman looked black and haggard as a fury, as if she could have
murdered me.
Nothing daunted--frantic--I screamed in my despair, seeing the carriage
drive swiftly away--seeing Cousin Monica's bonnet, as she sat chatting with
her _vis-a-vis_.
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