Even so was it her sole relief in the deep night of her misery to look forward for that narrow gleam of hope--her ultimate release.

As the day approached, she made it the business of her thoughts to construct a picture of the events it would bring.

Even before hearing from Waymark, she had been sure that he would meet her; Waymark and freedom grew identical images; to be free meant to see him awaiting her and to put herself absolutely in his hands.

Now that everything had turned out differently from what she had grown to anticipate with certainty, she found herself powerless to face the unexpected.

Why had Waymark failed her ?--she could do no more than repeat the question a thousand times, till the faculty of self-communing forsook her.