The Girl from Montana by Grace Livingston Hill
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to Elizabeth, and whispered something to her. Elizabeth started forward,
unspeakable horror in her face. She fled to the door where she had come in, but found it fastened. Then she turned as if she had been brought to bay by a pack of lions. CHAPTER X PHILADELPHIA AT LAST "Open this door!" she commanded. "Let me out of here at once." The pale girl started to do so, but the pretty one held her back. "No, Nellie; Madam will be angry with us all if you open that door." Then she turned to Elizabeth, and said: "Whoever enters that door never goes out again. You are nicely caught, my dear." There was a sting of bitterness and self-pity in the taunt at the end of the words. Elizabeth felt it, as she seized her pistol from her belt, and pointed it at the astonished group. They were not accustomed to girls with pistols. "Open that door, or I will shoot you all!" she cried. Then, as she heard some one descending the stairs, she rushed again into the room where she remembered the windows were open. They were guarded by |
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