Nevertheless, he made the attempt, and if he did not succeed to his own satisfaction, he evidently did to hers, for she made no effort to stop him as he stumbled out, and in her final look, which he managed with some address to intercept, he perceived nothing but relief.
What had been in her mind?
Fear for him or fear for themselves?
He could not decide until he had rummaged that cart of bottles.

But how was he to do this without attracting attention to himself in a way he still felt, to be undesirable.

In his indecision, he paused on the sidewalk and let his glances wander vaguely over the busy scene before him.

Before be knew it, his eye had left the market and travelled across the snow-covered fields to a building standing by itself in the far distance.

Its appearance was not unfamiliar.