to pass immediately out of her ken.

She then hurried in the direction of what she believed to be
Hammersmith; she could not know for certain, as the fog increased in
intensity every minute. Her mind was too confused to ask anyone if
she were going the right way, even if she had cared to know, which,
at present, she did not. She was seized with a passion for movement,
anything to distract her mind from the emotions possessing it. One
moment, she blamed herself for having left Windebank as she had
done; the next, she told herself and tried hard to believe that she
had done the best conceivable thing under the circumstances.

She walked quickly, careless to where her footsteps led her, as if
hurrying from, or to Windebank's side; she was not certain which she
desired. She had walked for quite twenty minutes when she was
brought up short by a blow on the forehead. Light flashed in her
eyes; she put out her arms to save herself from a fall. She had
walked into a tree, contact with which had bruised her face and torn
skin from her forehead. Pain and dizziness brought her to the
realisation of the fact that it was late, and that she was
penniless; also, that she was unaware of her whereabouts. She
resolved to get back to her lodging with as little delay as
possible. She groped about, hoping to find someone who would tell
her where she was and direct her to Kiva Street. After some minutes,
she all but walked into a policeman, who told her how she was near
the King's Road, Chelsea, also how to get to her destination. She
hastened on, doing her utmost to follow his directions. This was not
easy, the fog and the pain in her head both confusing her steps.
Once or twice, she was almost overcome by faintness; then, she was
compelled to cling to railings for support until she had strength to