But for a weary while she listened, and watched, and waited in vain.

What was that?
A footstep crashing through the under-wood near at hand.
She turned with a wordless cry of terror.

A tall, dark figure emerged from the trees and strode straight toward her.

An awful voice spoke: "I swore by the Lord who made me I would murder you if you ever came again to meet that man.

False wife, accursed traitoress, meet your doom!" She uttered a long, low cry.