She could not remember one moment what he had said the last.

Low hisses and muttered threats of the angry men about her fell on her ears in the same way, making their own impression, but not on reason or memory.

A sickening dread of a call that would come before she got away was all that she fully realised.

It came when, in her white gala dress, she stood still at last near to, and under the eye of, the preacher.
The sermon was finished.

There was a silence at its end so unexpected that none in the crowd broke it.