She recognised me in the semi-conscious way in which she
recognised all those who were brought into contact with her, and
looked into my face with that indescribably sweet smile of hers. From
the first she had in her dazed way seemed attached to me, and I had
now no difficulty whatever in persuading her to accompany me
downstairs and out of the house.
Before going, however, the whim seized me to write on the wall in
large letters, with a piece of red drawing-chalk I had in my
waistcoat pocket, '_Kidnapper, beware! Jack Ketch is on your track_.'
I took the girl to my house, and put her under the care of my
housekeeper (much to the worthy lady's surprise), who gave her every
attention. I then went to Wilderspin's studio.
'Well,' said he, 'there is no body lying there, I suppose?'
'None,' I said.
'Did I not tell you that the spirit-world had called her back? What
I saw has vanished, as I expected. How could you suppose that a
material body could ever be so beautiful?'
As I particularly wished that the model should, for a time at least,
be removed from all her present surroundings, I thought it well to
let Wilderspin retain his wild theory as to her disappearance.
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