In the night she wakened from her trance and made her escape.

Chilled and terrified, she had made her way to her husband's door, only to be driven away brutally as a restless ghost by the horror-stricken inmates.

A similar reception awaited her at her father's.

Then she had wandered blindly through the streets of Florence until she had fallen exhausted at the door of the lover of her girlhood.

He, unafraid, had taken her in and cared for her.