So, as if disappointed in a call at Mr.Barfoot's, she descended the stairs and issued into the street.
Agitation had exhausted her, and a dazzling of her eyes threatened a recurrence of yesterday's faintness.

She found a shop where refreshments were sold, and sat for half an hour over a cup of tea, trying to amuse herself with illustrated papers.

The mechanic who had knocked at Bevis's door passed once or twice along the pavement, and, as long as she remained here, kept the shop within sight.
At length she asked for writing materials, and penned a few lines.

In on her second attempt she failed to see Bevis, she would drop this note into his letter-box.

It acquainted him with the address to which he might direct letters, assured him passionately of her love, and implored him to be true to her, to send for her as soon as circumstances made it possible.
Self-torment of every kind was natural to her position.