"He is listening to see if I am awake," said Helen to herself.
The figure moved toward her bower.
Then all in a moment she became another woman.

She did not rely on her bell-rope; she felt it was fast to nothing that could help her.

She looked round for no weapon; she trusted to herself.

She drew herself hastily up, and folded her arms; her bosom panted, but her cheek never paled.

Her modesty was alarmed; her blood was up, and life or death were nothing to her.
The footsteps came nearer; they stopped at her door; they went north; they came back south.