Day was dawning when she awoke with a start and a sudden recollection of her purpose.
She sprang up from the bed, and commenced cautious but hasty preparations for her flight.
When quite ready, she took her bundles in her arms and silently descended the stairs until she reached the narrow entrance-hall. She softly glided along this hall until she reached the front door. She unlocked this door, passed through it, closed it behind her, and went forth alone into the world.
The street was at this hour more deserted, still, and silent than at any other time of the day or night. The latest wayfarers had long since retired, and the earliest were not yet astir. The rows of houses on each side the street presented long, dark lines of unbroken gloom and quietness.
For a moment Annella stood before the door she was about to leave, and looked up and down the street in perplexity where first to direct her steps.
Then she turned up the street, and walked on briskly in the direction of the city.
It was growing quite light, so that by the time she reached London Bridge the sun was rising and throwing a flood of golden glory over the waters of the river.
She crossed the bridge and hurried onward up King William street until she reached the shop of a Jew dealer in second-hand clothing.
She entered this shop, untied her large bundle, displayed its contents upon the counter, and inquired of the Jewess in attendance:
“What will you give me for these?”