The jailer swiftly swung the heavy gate to and locked it.
Catharine Knollys caught his last gesture, which bade her begone as fast as might be.

Her feet were strangely heavy, in spite of her.

She reached the curb in time to hear only the whir of wheels as a carriage sped away over the stones of the street.

She stood alone, irresolute for half an instant as the crunch of wheels spun up to the curb again.

A hand reached out and beckoned; involuntarily she obeyed the summons.