Glancing out at window, even now, as she rose to dress, the sight of the sun-dial on which he had leaned when he declared himself, turned her cold, and made her shrink from it, as though he had invested it with some awful quality from his own nature.
She wrote a hurried note to Miss Twinkleton, saying that she had sudden reason for wishing to see her guardian promptly, and had gone to him; also, entreating the good lady not to be uneasy, for all was well with her.

She hurried a few quite useless articles into a very little bag, left the note in a conspicuous place, and went out, softly closing the gate after her.
It was the first time she had ever been even in Cloisterham High Street alone.

But knowing all its ways and windings very well, she hurried straight to the corner from which the omnibus departed.

It was, at that very moment, going off.
'Stop and take me, if you please, Joe.

I am obliged to go to London.' In less than another minute she was on her road to the railway, under Joe's protection.