Truly, she was a bird in the hands of the fowler.
She gave a glance half appealing and half defiant at the people, but the stalwart Suzanne who followed her was wholly grim and challenging.

Then something strange occurred.

John had the most intense anxiety for her to look at him.

He had no belief whatever in anything supernatural, but sound, intelligible words were made to travel on waves of air, and it was barely possible in this unexplored world that thought too might be propelled in the same way.
Almost unconsciously he kept his eyes upon Julie's and he poured his very soul into the gaze.

It was only a little distance from the door to the automobile which she was to take, and he had time.