The door closed with a slam behind her.

She descended the steps, walked a few yards up the street, paused at the edge of the curb and looked dazedly about.

Her uncle stood beside her.

"Now where are you going ?" he said roughly.
Susan shook her head.
"I suppose," he went on, "I've got to look after you.

You shan't disgrace my daughter any further." Susan simply looked at him, her eyes unseeing, her brain swept clean of thought by the cyclone that had destroyed all her dreams and hopes.