She shivered with sudden anger, and round her heart crept the chill of fright which all women know who have been followed in a lonely street.
"I certainly am not alone," she said wrathfully.

"Good morning." The man covered his defeat by raising his hat with ironic politeness, and Zora walked swiftly away, in appearance a majestic Amazon, but inwardly a quivering woman.

She marched straight up to the recumbent Dix.

The Literary Man from London would have been amused.

She interposed herself between the conversing Teutons and awakened the sleeper.