Nothing hung from the rack.

The wall was free from end to end.

She had taken these articles of male apparel with her; she had not gone forth into the driving snow, unprotected, but-- I did not know what to think.

No acquaintanceship with her girlish impulses, nothing that had occurred between us before or during this night, had prepared me for a freak of this nature.

I felt backward along the wall; I felt forward; I even handled the pegs and counted them as I passed to and fro, touching every one; but I could not alter the fact.