`` Let me lead you ; it is steep and dark , but better than going a long way round through the dew , '' he said , offering his hand . `` Must we return by these dreadful vaults ? '' faltered Amy , shrinking back . `` It is the shortest and safest route , I assure you . '' `` Are you sure you know the way ? '' `` Quite sure . I have lived here by the week together . Do you fear to trust me ? '' `` No ; but it is so dark , and everything is so strange to me . Can we get down safely ? I see nothing but a black pit . '' And Amy still hesitated , with an odd mixture of fear and coquetry . `` I brought you up in safety ; shall I take you down again ? '' asked the stranger , with a smile flickering over his face . Amy felt rather than saw it , and assuming an air of dignified displeasure , motioned him to proceed , which he did for three steps ; then Amy slipped , and gladly caught at the arm extended to save her . Without a word he took her hand and led her back through the labyrinth she had threaded in her bewilderment . A dim light filled the place , but with unerring steps her guide went on till they emerged into the courtyard . Major Erskine 's voice was audible , giving directions to the keeper , and Helen 's figure visible as she groped among the shadows of the ruined chapel for her cousin . `` There are my friends . Now I am safe .
Come and let them thank you , '' cried XXXXX , in her frank , childlike warmth of manner .
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