The one in pursuit, with a yell of triumph, sprang upon her prostrate enemy, and attacked her with fearful violence, leaping on her body, dashing her head against the pavement, seemingly bent on murder.

In a moment there was a thick crowd rushing round, amid which Maud was crushed and swayed without possibility of disengaging herself.

The screams of the one woman, and the terrific objurgations of the other, echoed through the street.

From the words of those about her, Maud understood that the two women were mother and daughter, and that it was no rare occurrence for the younger woman to fall just short of killing her parent.

But only for a moment or two could Maud understand anything; horror and physical oppression overcame her senses.