Every accidental noise that she heard still awakened in her the apprehension of Goisvintha's return.

Reassured by Hermanric and by her own observation of all that was passing outside the tent, she resumed her narrative after an interval, speaking now in a steadier voice.
'I thought my heart would burst within me,' she continued, 'as I tried to escape them.

All things whirled before my eyes.

I could not speak--I could not stop--I could not weep.

I fled and fled I knew not whither, until I sank down exhausted at the door of a small house on the outskirts of the suburbs.