Not a soul but the doctor.
Half this town'll be runnin' to find out if you do, and that poor girl must be distracted already.

I'll go to her.

You get Dr.Parker and tell him to hurry." "I'll tell him; don't you fret." He was gone, running harder than ever.

A moment later Keziah followed him, running also.
It was a misty, black night, and Trumet sidewalks were uneven and hard to navigate.

But she stumbled on, up the main road to the Corners, down the "Turn-off," past the chapel of the Come-Outers, from the open window of which sounded the drone of a high, nasal voice.