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.
Was this the right corner to turn?
She stopped and thought.

Yes it was.

Down this passage and then to the left, and then up two broad steps, and then to the right again.