She thought she remembered the corners she must turn to find the short corridor with the door covered with tapestry--the one Mrs.Medlock had come through the day she lost herself.

The sound had come up that passage.

So she went on with her dim light, almost feeling her way, her heart beating so loud that she fancied she could hear it.

The far-off faint crying went on and led her.

Sometimes it stopped for a moment or so and then began again.