noon
To make that man yonder believe that it is toward Lisieux , while they turn at the crossroads , and drive across the country to Trouville for the morning boat to Havre . '' It was simple ; that was its great virtue . If they were well started , they were safe ; and well started meant only that Larrabee Harman should leave the inn without an alarm , for an alarm sounded too soon meant `` racing and chasing on Canoby Lea , '' before they could get out of the immediate neighbourhood . But with two hours ' start , and the pursuit spending most of its energy in the wrong direction -- that is , toward Lisieux and Paris -- they would be on the deck of the French-Canadian liner to-morrow noon , sailing out of the harbour of Le Havre , with nothing but the Atlantic Ocean between them and the St. Lawrence . I thought of the woman who dared this flight for her lover , of the woman who came full-armed between him and the world , a Valkyr winging down to bear him away to a heaven she would make for him herself . Gentle as she was , there must have been a Valkyr in her somewhere , or she could not attempt this . She swept in , not only between him and the world , but between him and the destroying demons his own sins had raised to beset him .