Nobody in the world could be in such an appalling
situation as she was.
It was then that Annesley's feet began to drag, and she slowed her steps
to gain more time to think. Could she--_could_ she do the thing?
For days her soul had been rushing toward this moment with
thousand-horsepower speed, like a lonely comet tearing through space.
But then it had been distant, the terrible goal. She had not had to
gasp among her heart-throbs: "Now! It is now!"
Creep as she might, three minutes' brought her from the turning out of
the Strand close to the welcoming entrance where revolving doors of glass
received radiant visions dazzling as moonlight on snow.
"No, I can't!" the girl told herself, desperately. She wheeled more
quickly than the whirling door, hoping that no one would think her mad.
"All the same, I _was_ mad," she admitted, "to fancy I could do it. I
ought to have known I couldn't, when the time came. I'm the last person
to--well, I'm sane again now, anyway!"
A few long steps carried the girl in the sparkling dress and transparent
cloak into the Strand again. But something queer was happening there.
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