Chapter Twenty-SixWhen Sally turned and ran from Bill’s advancing footsteps, panic came on her. She no longer groped her way or tried to run warily: she no longer thought or planned. With a wildly beating heart she fled blindly into the darkness and saw it full of floating sparks of fire. She did not know that the box hedges on either side had ceased, or feel that her feet were now upon rough grass. She went faster and faster, her pace increased by the downward slope of the ground, until suddenly, with a splash, she was ankle deep in ice-cold water, and the shock of it brought her to a standstill, trembling and panting.
A gust of wind blew hard and damp against her face. It seemed to blow away those floating sparks. Panic died down. She stood quite still, with the water about her ankles,
