In vain she tried to recall some landmark , the gloom had deepened and nothing was clear . On she hurried , but found no opening , and really frightened , stopped at last , calling the boy in a voice that woke a hundred echoes . But Anderl had fled home , thinking the lady would find her way back , and preferring to lose his kreutzers to seeing a ghost . Poor Amy 's bewilderment and alarm increased with every moment 's delay , and hoping to come out somewhere , she ran on till a misstep jostled the candle from her hand and extinguished it . Left in the dark , her courage deserted her , and she screamed desperately , like a lost child , and was fast getting into a state of frantic terror , when the sound of an approaching step reassured her . Holding her breath , she heard a quick tread drawing nearer , as if guided by her cries , and , straining her eyes , she caught the outline of a man 's figure in the gloom . A sensation of intense joy rushed over her , and she was about to spring forward , when she remembered that as she could speak no German how could she explain her plight to the stranger , if he understood neither French nor English ? Fear took possession of her at the thought of meeting some rough peasant , or some rollicking student , to whom she could make no intelligible appeal or explanation . Crouching close against the wall , she stood mute till the figure was very near . She was in the shadow of an angle , and the man paused , as if looking for the person who called for help . `` Who is lost here ? '' said a clear voice , in German . Amy shrunk closer to the wall , fearing to speak , for the voice was that of a young man , and a low laugh followed the words , as if the speaker found the situation amusing . `` Mortal , ghost or devil , I 'll find it , '' exclaimed the voice , and stepping forward , a hand groped for and found her . `` Lottchen , is it thou ? Little rogue , thou shalt pay dearly for leading me such a chase . '' As he spoke he drew the girl toward him , but with a faint cry , a vain effort to escape , Amy 's terror reached its climax , and spent with fatigue and excitement , she lost consciousness . `` Who the deuce is it , then ? Lottchen never faints on a frolic . Some poor little girl lost in earnest .
I must get her out of this gloomy place at once , and XXXXX her party afterward . ''
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