Then she put her corsets and her dress directly upon her body.

She could not afford to wait until the underclothes dried; she would carry them until she found for herself a more remote and better hiding place where she could await nightfall.

She stuffed the stocking with the hole deep into a cleft in the rock and laid a small stone upon it so that it was concealed.

Here where there were no traces, no reminders of the human race which had cast her out and pursued her with torture of body and soul, here in the wilderness her spirits were going up, and her young eyes were looking hopefully round and forward.

The up-piling horrors of those two days and their hideous climax seemed a dream which the sun had scattered.
Hopefully! That blessed inexperience and sheer imagination of youth enabling it to hope in a large, vague way when to hope for any definite and real thing would be impossible.
She cleaned her tan low shoes with branches of fern and grass, put them on.