She heard the stamp and scuffle of running feet that were not too sure of their stability, and with the sound something very like panic entered into Juliet.

Her heart jolted within her, and the impulse to flee like a hunted hare was for a second almost too urgent to be withstood.

That she did withstand it was a matter for life-long thankfulness in her estimation.

The temptation was great, but she did not spring from the stock that runs away.

She pulled herself up sharply with burning cheeks, and deliberately turned and waited.
They came up the path, yelling like hounds on a scent, while she stood perfectly erect and motionless, facing them.