Then all was very still in the wagon.

The dog slept on his mistress' feet, and only two mosquitoes, creeping in through a gap in the front sail, buzzed drearily round.
The night was grown very old when from a long, peaceful sleep Lyndall awoke.

The candle burnt at her head, the dog lay on her feet; but he shivered; it seemed as though a coldness struck up to him from his resting-place.

She lay with folded hands, looking upward; and she heard the oxen chewing, and she saw the two mosquitoes buzzing drearily round and round, and her thoughts--her thoughts ran far back into the past.
Through these months of anguish a mist had rested on her mind; it was rolled together now, and the old clear intellect awoke from its long torpor.

It looked back into the past, it saw the present; there was no future now.