One of the other women dropped something before she was out of the narrow space, and stooped, fumbling and searching in the darkness.

At the minute, the slight, girlish figure rose swiftly and passed like a shadow before the heavy marble monument.
The Wanderer saw that the pew was open at the other end, and without heeding the woman who stood in his way, he sprang upon the low seat, passed her, stepped to the floor upon the other side and was out in the aisle in a moment.

Many persons had already left the church and the space was comparatively free.
She was before him, gliding quickly toward the door.

Ere he could reach her, he saw her touch the thick ice which filled the marble basin, cross herself hurriedly and pass out.

But he had seen her face again, and he knew that he was not mistaken.