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Carmel proceeded rapidly; too rapidly for such precautions as she
should have observed. She was without plan; her mind was in such chaos
as to render planning futile. Instinct alone was not inactive....
No matter how shaken the objective faculties may be, those superior
subjective intuitions and inhibitions and urgings never sleep. Their
business is so largely with the preservation of the body which they
inhabit that they dare not sleep.
Quite without thinking; without a clear idea why she did so, Carmel
turned off the road and took to the woods. Self-preservation was at
work. Instinct was in control.... The gentlemen behind quickened their
pace, disgruntled at this lack of consideration on the part of their
quarry.... It was with some difficulty they found the place where she
entered the woods.... Carmel herself had vanished utterly. In that
black maze, a tangle of slashings, a huddle of close-growing young
spruce, it was impossible to descry her, to tell in which direction
she had turned. Nor did they dare make use of a flashlight in an
effort to follow her trail. However, they must needs do something, so,
keeping the general direction of the hotel, paralleling the road, they
proceeded slowly, baffled, but hopeful....
CHAPTER XXIII
It is not easy for one unaccustomed to the woods to remain
undeviatingly upon his course even in the daytime; at night it can
be accomplished only by a miracle. Carmel, in a state of agitation
which was not distant from hysteria, had paused neither to consider
nor to take her bearings. Of herself she was utterly careless. The
only thought in her mind was to reach, and in some manner to give aid
to, Evan Pell if he remained alive. Instinct alone moved her to turn
off the road and seek the protection of the forest. Once engulfed
in its blackness she stumbled alone, tripping, falling, turning,
twisting--hurrying, always hurrying.... The physical exertion cleared
her brain, reduced her to something like rationality.
She paused, leaned panting against the bole of a great beech ... and
discovered she was lost.
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