She was too much bewildered and desperate to listen to it, but she was attracted by the buzz of conversation which arose when the jury retired.

They seemed gone a bare minute to her, when she heard and understood that the prisoners were found guilty.
Then she heard Maitland sentenced to death, and George Hawker condemned to be transported beyond the seas for the term of his natural life, in consideration of his youth; so she brought herself to understand that the game was played out, and turned to go.
The officer who had been kind to her stopped her, and asked her "where she was going ?" She answered "to Devonshire," and passed on, but almost immediately pushed back to him through the crowd, which was pouring out of the doors, and thanked him for his kindness to her.

Then she went out with the crowd into the street, and almost instinctively struck westward.
Through the western streets, roaring with carriages, crowded with foot passengers--like one in a dream--past the theatres, and the arches, and all the great, rich world, busy seeking its afternoon pleasure, through the long suburbs, getting more scattered as she went on, and so out on to the dusty broad western highway; a lonely wanderer, with only one thought in her throbbing head, to reach such home as was left her, before she died.
At the first quiet spot she came to she sat down and forced herself to think.

Two hundred miles to go, and fifteen shillings to keep her.
Never mind, she could beg; she had heard that some made a trade of begging, and did well; hard if she should die on the road.

So she pushed on through the evening toward the sinking sun, till the milestones passed slower and slower, and then she found shelter in a tramps' lodging-house, and got what rest she could.