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sense that? Did that mark make me somehow subtly different than
    I had been? Did it somehow, set me apart from other women on this world? Could I
    no longer drive men away? And if I could no longer drive them away, what did
    (pg. 19) that mean? What had that small mark done to me? I felt suddenly
    helpless, and somehow, suddenly, for the first time in my life, vulnerably and
    radically female. I stumbled on.
    I entered the apartment garage.
    I found the keys in my handbag and gave them hurriedly, smiling, to the
    attendant.
    “Is anything wrong, Miss Brinton?” he asked.
    “No, no,” I said.
    Even he seemed to look at me.
    “Please hurry!” I begged him.
    He quickly touched his cap and turned away.
    I waited, it seemed for years. I counted the beatings of my heart.
    Then the car, small, purring, in perfect tune, a customized Maserati, whipped to
    the curb, and the attendant stepped out.
    I thrust a bill in his hand.
    “Thank you,” he said.
    He seemed concerned, deferential. He touched his cap. He held open the door.
    I blushed, and thrust past him, throwing my suitcase and handbag into the car.
    I climbed behind the wheel, and he closed the door.
    He leaned over me. “Are you well, Miss Brinton?” he asked.
    He seemed too close to me.
    “Yes! Yes!” I said and threw the car into gear and burned forward, only to stop
    with a shriek of rubber, skidding some ten feet.
    With the electric switch he raised the door for me, and I drove out into the
    swift traffic, out into the hot August night.
    Even though the night was hot the air rushing past me, pulling at my hair,
    refreshed me.
    I had done well.
    I had escaped!
    I drove past a policeman and was almost going to stop, that he might help me,
    protect me.
    But how did I know? Others had worn the uniforms of the police? And he might
    think I was insane, mad. And I (pg. 20) might be detained in the city. Where
    they were. They might be waiting for me. I did not know who they were. I was not
    even clear what they wanted. They could be anywhere. Now I must escape, escape,
    escape!
    But the air invigorated me. I had escaped! I darted about in traffic, swiftly,
    free. Other cars would sometimes slam on their brakes. They would honk their
    horns. I threw back my head and laughed.
    I had soon left the city, crossing the George Washington Bridge, and taking the
    swift parkways north. In a few minutes I was in Connecticut.
    I slipped my wrist watch on my hand, as I drove. When I did so it was one
    forty-six a.m.
    I sang to myself.
    Once again I was Elinor Brinton.
    It occurred to me that I should not follow the parkways, but seek less traveled
    roads. I left the parkway at 2:07 a.m. Another car followed me. I thought little
    of it, but, after some four turns, the car still followed.
    Suddenly I became frightened and increased speed. So, too, did the other car.
    Then, as I cried out in anguish, I was no longer Elinor Brinton, the one always
    in control of herself, the rich one, the sophisticated one, she with such
    exquisite taste and intelligence. I was only a terrified girl, fleeing from what
    she knew not, a bewildered, confused girl, a terrified girl, one with a mark on
    her left thigh, a circle of steel locked snugly on her throat.
    No, I cried to myself, no. I would be Elinor Brinton! I am she!
    Suddenly I began to drive coolly, swiftly, efficiently, brilliantly. If they
    wanted a chase, they should have it. They would not find Elinor Brinton easy
    game! Whoever they might be, she was more than a match for them. She was Elinor
    Brinton, rich, brilliant Elinor Brinton!
    For more than forty-five minutes I raced ahead of my pursuer, sometimes
    increasing my lead, sometimes losing it. Once, grinding and spurring about
    graveled side roads, they (pg. 21) were within forty yards of me, but I
    increased the lead, yard by yard.
    I thrilled to their pursuit, and would elude them!
    Finally, when I was more than two hundred yards ahead of them, on a cruelly
    winding road, I switched