Chapter 3 Characters

Veronica Lockhart, known as Sally Lockhart:
"Three nights later, Sally had the nightmare again. And yet it wasnt a nightmare, she felt herself protesting: it was too real..."
"She couldnt move--she was bound hand and foot in the darkness..."
"And the screaming ,starting so loud, and so close to her!Endless screaming and screaming--"
The light. Flickering toward her. A face behind it-- two faces-- blank sheets of white with open, horrified mouths--and nothing more--"
"She heard herself sobbing and gasping, and remembered: Theres no father. Youre alone. You must do witout him. You must be strong."
"With and enormous effort she madde herself stop crying. She pushed aside the suffocating bedclothes and let the cold night air drench her with chill. Only when she was truly shivering, the nightmare heat gone, did she cover herself again; but it was a long time before she slept."
"She had little money in her purse. Putting on her cloak she went downstars and left the house."
"She could only think of the letter form the East."
"...You will have a schok when you read this. Please be ready for it. But your life{s in danger wheter you know it or not, and at least youll know why."
"Sally stood motionless, listening to the crying of the gulls, the clip-clop of horses and trundle of wheels as a carriage went along the road, and then the sharp, swift tread of a pair of nailed boots. It stopped only a yard or so away."
"Have you seen a young girl come this way, sir?A girl dressed in black?"
"Devil of a hurry. Remarkably pretty girl-blond-would that be the one?"
"But that had gone wrong too. She felt as if she knew nothing and could do nothing correctly, and she felt quite alone."
George Marchbanks, known as Mr. Marchbanks:
"Mr. Marchbanks claimed to be an ally. And, at the very least, he would be able to tell her something; nothing was worse than not knowing th threat that hung above you..."
Frederick Garland, Photographic Artist:
This was a photographer. He had set up a camera, together with the little portable darkroom that all photographers of the time had to use, right in the centre of the narrow path beside the river. He looked like an amiable young man, and since she could see no sign of a foreland, far less a house on it, she decided to ask him the way."
"He produced the white slip oof pasteboard deftly from nowhere, like a conjurer. It read FREDERICK GARLAND, PHOTOGRAPHIC ARTIST, and have an address in London. She looked at him, liking him; his face was humorous, his straw-coloured hair stiff and tousled, his expression alert and intelligent."
"Then she saw something better still. The photographer stood on the seafront, beside his little tent, consulting an instrument of some sort. She looked back-the little black figure was hidden by the end of the terrace ood seafront houses. She ran up to the photographer, who looked up in surprise, and then grinned with pleasure."
"Trust a handsome gentlemen like you to notice that, sir!"
Unknown Old woman, real name Mrs.Holland (Name mentioned later on chapter):
"An old woman who looked like one of the witches from Macbeth"
"Wrinkled, dont you know, hideous, and so forth."
"I have an enemy, Miss Lockhart, and that enemy is now yours too. She-it is a woman-is quite, quite evil. She is in this house now, which is why you must leave very soon. Your father-"
"An old woman. SHe was too far away to see plainly, but she was hurrying after Sally. Her little black shape was the only puposeful elemnt in all the gray wilderness."
Major Marchbanks:
He was aged, about sixty, she supposed. His complexion was sallow, and his clothes hung loosely on him. His eyes were dark and fine, though sunk in deep hollows. His voice was familiar in some odd way, and there was an intensity in his expression that frightened her, until she realized that he himself was frightened too: much more than she was."
"He looked utterly crushed and bewildered."
"It was the look of a man utterly without hope, and it frightend her."
Mr.Lockhart:
" Please-I can´t explain now. I shall, believe me. I know nothing of what caused your father´s death-nothing of the Seven Blessings, nothing of the South China Sea, nothing of the shipping trade. He could not have known about the evil which has fallen on me, and which now....I can´t help you. I can do nothing, His trust was misplaced, yet again."
Fat man with a Dog:
"Fat man with a dog, gone now."
This man passes by when Sally is still hiding (under the tent of the photographer) from Mrs. Holland when she is looking for Sally Lockhart.

WRITTEN AND POSTED BY: TOBIAS OBIGLIO