Then she heard the heavy door of the sacristy swing upon its hinges and strike with a soft thud against the small leathern cushion.

Both women followed her, but as they opened the door again a blast of cold air almost extinguished the lamp.

The night wind was blowing in from the street.
"She is gone out," said Sister Paul.

"Alone and at this hour--Heaven help her!" It was as she said, Unorna had escaped..