Her brain was in a whirl when she thought of being brought face to face with the woman who had been before her, and every cruel and ruthless instinct of her nature rose and took shape in plans for her rival's destruction.
She opened her door, careless of the draught of frozen air that rushed in from the corridor.

She wished to hear the lady's footstep when she left her room to go to the church, and she sat down and remained motionless, fearing lest her own footfall should prevent the sound from reaching her.

The heavy-toned bells began to ring, far off in the night.
At last it came, the opening of a door, the slight noise made by a light tread upon the pavement.

She rose quietly and went out, following in the same direction.

She could see nothing but a dark shadow moving before her towards the opposite end of the passage, farther and farther from the hanging lamp.