It was in the dim gloaming when she could easily slip along by the hedges without attracting attention.

Bareheaded, and in breathless haste to reach the barn before Brossard, she ran down the road, keeping close to the hedge, along which the wind raced also, blowing the dead leaves almost as high as her head.
Slipping through a hole in the hedge, just as Brossard drove in at the gate, she ran into the barn and crouched down behind the door.

There she wrapped herself in the sheet that she had brought with her for the purpose, and proceeded to strike a match to light the lantern.

The first one flickered and went out.

The second did the same.