Here she was, shut in a hotel room with an unknown man – a Frenchman! She must think, she must think! She turned off the light. ‘Perhaps with the light off, he is not going to wake up,’ she thought. ‘That gives me more time to do something. But if he does wake up, what do I do? He is not going to believe my story. Nobody is going to believe me. In England perhaps but not here. How can they understand? So, I must get out of this room. By waking him? By screaming? By calling the young girl? No, it is not good. If I scream or call out, people are going to come running immediately. And what do they find? Miss Bracegirdle from Easingstoke in a man’s bedroom after twelve o’clock at might. Just think of all the talk back home when my friends hear about that! And if I climb out of the window? She thought of the big hairy man pulling her back by the legs as she tried to get out. He could get up at any minute. She thought that she heard somebody going past the door. But it was too late to scream now.
