Chapter Twenty-SevenWhen Etta Shaw was left alone in Miss Harriet’s room she sat quite still for a moment, with a frightened look on her face, her hands tightly clasped in front of her. Then suddenly she seemed to wake into restless activity. With a start she jumped up, opened the door, found the passage empty, and came along it and down the stairs with a rush that shocked Sascha to his feet. He stood looking after her, tear-stained and woebegone, as she ran through the hall and straight out of the open front door. The light from the low-hung chandelier streamed out, showing the unwhitened step and the flagged path beyond. Tiny growing things had pushed between the flags. They cast little blue-black shadows upon the rough grey stones.
Etta’s wild rush brought her to the edge of the light
