But she did not care for that now, nor did she seek the comparative seclusion of the side streets.

Her fear of capture had passed away, and her only feeling was impenetrable isolation and loneliness.

The people who were passing had no more existence to her than if they had been a troop of ghosts.

She had the sensation of belonging to another world and could not have communicated with them if she had wished.

But the spirit which had sustained her during the night disappeared with the clamorous advance of the day.