No voice came.
Outside her own door now was silence.
She could endure no more.

Though it were into flames, she must escape from this place, where came one to claim a property, not a woman; where a woman faced use, not wooing.

God! And there was no weapon, to assure God's vengeance now, here, at once.
Half-clad as she was, she ran to the window, and unhesitatingly let herself out over the sill, clutching at the ivy as she did so.

She feared not at all what now was before her.

It is doubtful whether those who spring from a burning building dread the fall--they dread only that which is behind them.
As she now half-slid from the window, she grasped wildly at the screen of ivy, and as fate would have it caught one of its greater branches.