"Go bare-footed!"
Why it was only a few steps from the door to the bushes.
Who could see her? What could happen in so short a time?
It was merely the satisfaction of an innocent desire.
Every nerve was trembling.
She was merely going to break a little branch, and yet she felt as if she was about to commit the most heinous crime, for which she needed the shield of a sleepless night.
She opened the door very quietly so that it should not creak.
Lorand was sleeping in the room vis-à-vis: perhaps he might hear something.
She darted with bare feet before Lorand's door, she carefully undid the bolt of the door leading into the garden and turned the key with such precaution that it did not make a sound.