When I wrestled with Alice, I found this in her hand.

One second more, and she would have used it on Miss Foster.' He took from his pocket a small surgical knife, and looked, shuddering, at its sharpness and its curved point.
Eleanor too shuddered.

She laid her hand on Lucy's shoulder, while Manisty withdrew into the shadows of the room.
Lucy raised herself by a great effort.

Her first half-conscious impulse was to throw herself into the arms of the woman standing by her.

Then as she perceived Eleanor clearly, as her reason came back, and her gaze steadied, the impulse died.
'Will you help me ?' she said, simply--holding out her hand and tottering to her feet.
A sudden gleam of natural feeling lit up the frozen whiteness of Eleanor's face.