"Over the side with you, Mary," she whispered. "No time for fear.
Michael is below with your brother. Yes! Give me the weapon. . .now up
into the sill. That's it. Keep firm hold of the rope, and use the
knots to guide you down. Climb swiftly but carefully, then be gone,
both of you! I'll deal with this lot."
Hardly knowing what had happened, Mary found herself outside the
window, clutching a dark rope with all the desperate strength of
youth. She tried at first to gain some foothold, then in a moment of
panic, to reach up and climb back into the sill. But the groping hand
slid away, and the downward momentum twisted her body outward..... She
hung by one hand above the void, as a sudden wind ripped across her,
and the surf beat hungrily against the rocks far below. Fear choked
her nearly to paralysis. But there was something else, there on the
solid ground. Two figures stood, one of them.....
Twisting her body and using her legs for leverage, she turned again to
face the stone, and with her right hand, once more took firm hold of
the lifeline.
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