For a time she slept peacefully, and then she dreamed that she was rushing through the air, and that some one chased her. She wanted desperately to be captured, but it was ordained that she must fly, and she flew incredibly fast. She flew through the sunlight into darkness, and awoke to find that some one was standing between her and the sun.
She lay still, paralysed with terror. She bitterly regretted her coming. She would have given ten years of life to be safe home in Marlow.
“Now, where’ve I seen you before?” asked Sam Evans....
It was nearly dark when Blanche accosted a knot of women in the High Street with a question as to whether they had seen anything of her sister.
One of the women laughed sneeringly. “Ah! She went over the hill this afternoon,” she said. “We were in the fields that side, and saw her go.”
Blanche’s face burned. “She hasn’t! I know she hasn’t!” she blurted out. “She isn’t one of that sort.”
The woman laughed again.
“She’s one of the lucky ones,” another woman remarked. “You can expect her back in a week or two’s time.”