she was now level with art , although still walking in the opposite direction , and showing no apparent intention of either stopping or slowing down . when he plucked off the clothespins , the rush of blood sent her swaying forward , and he jerked her upright-by yanking on the back of the rope harness . i was still in the same clothes i 'd worn yesterday . i ca n't figure out if i helped him or not , but just talking to him made me want to run away tonight . 