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But she was not left alone when the rest of the family departed for Sylvia 's house ; for Peter sat beside her in the twilight , his big rough fingers clasping her thin white ones . There proved to be `` plenty of supper , '' and soon after it was finished the guests began to leave , Uncle Mat with many imprecations at Sylvia 's `` lack of hospitality in turning them out , such a cold night . '' Even the two capable servants , having removed all traces of the feast , came to her with many expressions of good-will , and the assurance of `` comin ' back next season if they was wanted , '' and departed to take the night train from Wallacetown for New York . By ten o'clock the white-panelled front door with its brass knocker had opened and shut for the last time , and Austin bolted it , and turned to Sylvia , smiling . `` Well , _ Mrs. Gray _ , '' he said , `` you 're locked in now -- far from all the sights and sounds that made your youth happy -- shop-windows , and hotel dining-rooms , the slamming of limousine doors , and the clinking of ice in cocktail-shakers . Your last chance of escape is gone -- you 've signed and sealed your own death-warrant . '' `` Austin !