She knew exactly what they were all doing at that precise moment.

She visualized the shifting, restless feverish throng with a vividness that embraced every detail.

And she turned her face up to the tree-tops and revelled in her solitude.

Only last week she had been in that seething whirlpool, borne helplessly hither and thither like driftwood, caught here or flung there by any chance current.

Only last week she had felt the sudden drawing of the vortex, sucking her down with appalling swiftness.