In an armchair in the middle of the room was Mrs. Gudgeon, in a
drunken sleep so profound that I could not have roused her had I
tried. While I stood looking at the girl, something in the appearance
of her flesh--its freshness of hue--made me suspect that she was
still alive, and that she was only suffering from a seizure of a more
acute kind than any the woman had yet seen. As I stood looking at
these two it occurred to me that should the model recover from the
seizure this would be an excellent and quite unexpected opportunity
for me to get her away. The woman, I thought, would after a while
wake up, and find to her amazement the body gone of her whom she
thought dead. If she had really kidnapped the girl she would be
afraid to set any inquiry afoot. She might even perhaps imagine that
the girl's relations had traced her, found the dead body, and removed
it for burial while she, the kidnapper, was asleep.
After a while the expression of terror on the model's face began to
relax, and she soon awoke into that strange condition which had
caused Wilderspin to declare that she had been sent from another
world.
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