Chapter 22 Mary's Efforts To Prove An Alibi

There was a listening fear in her regard,

As if calamity had but begun;

As if the vanward clouds of evil days

Had spent their malice, and the sullen roar

Was, with its stored thunder; labouring up.

KEATS' Hyperion.

No sooner was Mary alone than she fastened the door, and put the shutters up against the window, which had all this t