No other girl in Steynholme walked like her.

She was slim enough to dispense with tight corsets, and tall enough to wear low-heeled shoes, nor did she need to pinch her toes in order to gain the semblance of small feet.
After her went Robinson, keyed to exultation by this outcome of his watchfulness.

She was going to The Hollies, of course.

The road led to Knoleworth, and no young woman of her age in the village would dream of taking a lonely walk in the country at ten o'clock at night.
For a man of his height and somewhat ponderous build, the policeman followed with real stealth.

Thus, when she turned in at the gate, he was there by the time she had reached the front door.