winnie was different. Her calmness had left her and she was afraid. With shaking hands, she tried to fix the veil that had fallen from her face. Her mind was filled with a terrible picture of herself hanging by the neck - for that is what the law did to murderers ! She could not let that happen to her. She must go at once to the river and throw herself of a bridge !
Time seemed to stand still as she moved slowly across the shop and almost fell into the street. It was like falling into water, like jumping to your death in a sea of fog. Each gas lamp had a little half-circle of fog around it and she felt it in her hair and all over her face. The cabs and the horses were gone, and in the black street the window of the little restaurant was a square of blood-red light. Winnie, all alone in the world, managed to get past the lighted window, but then felt too tried to continue. Falling forwards again, she suddenly felt someone's hand holding her. She looking up into a face - a man's face with fair hair - and said in surprise,'Mr Ossipon!'