It was much further to home from the mortuary than it was from her Bible group, and it had already been dark for a few hours. Father would never let her walk this far alone after dark, but Anne was more afraid of someone she knew recognizing her than of being bothered. She didn't look as if she had money - even though she had the shillings she had earned in in her pocket - and she knew she wasn't a pretty girl. Still she walked fast and tried to stay out of sight.