A young woman appeared at an upstairs window and threw it open, staring out in blind terror.

Again she felt that blind terror, but fought it down.

Then the little boy could take no more and a thin scream of blind terror split the air.

A look of blind terror was on her face.

Polly could see that, even through the blind terror of her tears.

But sometimes blind terror was a help, not a hindrance.

It would take time for acceptance to replace blind terror.

But this time she did not react with blind terror.

But it seemed ages that we ran in blind, unreasoning terror.

Out here under the open sky, Relg suffered from the same kind of blind terror.