She felt it had: so then came the woman's instinct--flight: the coward's impulse--flight: the chaste wife's inspiration--flight.

She rushed from her hiding-place and made wildly for the house.
But, unluckily, Camille was at that moment darting round the tree: she ran right into the danger she meant to flee.

He caught her in his arms.
He held her irresistibly.

"I have got her; I have got her," he shouted in wild triumph.

"No! I will not let you go.