Suddenly she had an almost irresistible desire to run. It was not exactly fear, but rather the full realization of what she was doing. She could feel her heart pounding, and knew that she had flushed a bright pink.
She had a tiny fleeting memory of all those horrid stories of girls who had been strangled, but that was absolute nonsense — he was a sweet young man.
Now he was very close, and she could hear him breathing, and she knew that he was just as excited as she was.
She giggled again, but this time it was slightly hysterical. What would her mother say?
Now he was almost up to her.
Two hands closed round her throat. She tried, to scream, but she had no breath.
The last thing she saw was the pork pie hat rolling on the ground.