By feeling alone she snatched her sailor hat, a few handkerchiefs, two stockings, a collar her fingers chanced upon and a toothbrush.

She darted to the front door, was outside, was gliding down the path, out through the gate into the road.
To the left would be the way she had come.

She ran to the right, with never a backward glance--ran with all the speed in her lithe young body, ran with all the energy of her fear and horror and resolve to die rather than be taken.

For a few hundred yards the road lay between open fields.

But after that it entered a wood.