I want you to come with me." Anne turned around quickly and faced her father.
"Come at once!" he said.

"I want to get out of this howling mob as soon as possible.

We can talk later." He took her hand, not ungently, and presently they found themselves on the other side of the fence surrounding the field.

Anne had not meant to go, but she knew her father was quite capable of making a scene and she felt she couldn't endure it just then.

Once outside, she thought she might escape.