Cinders might run against her at any moment--at any moment.

And even if not, even if she were indeed quite alone in that awful place, she had heard it said that God was nearer to people in the dark.
"O God," she whispered, "I am so frightened.

Do bring them both back soon." After the small prayer she felt reassured.

She touched the clammy wall on each side of her, and essayed a tremulous whistle.

It was a brave little tune; she knew not whence it came till it suddenly flashed upon her that she had heard it on Bertrand's lips on the day that he had drawn his pictures in the sand.