She knew not whither, she cared not where! None saw her or followed her, the hunt had broken away to the left after Jantje.

Her heart was lead and her brain a rocking sea of fire, whilst before her, around her, and behind her yelled all the conscience-created furies that run Murder to his lair.
On she flew, one sight only before her eyes, one sound only in her ears.
On over the hill, far into the rain and the night!.