Yet, no," and in her eagerness she flung her bandaged hand so high into the air that she groaned with pain and was forced to keep silence.

When able to speak once more, still tortured by severe suffering, she exclaimed angrily: "No, I want neither driving nor stalking.

What do I care for the prey?
I am a woman, too.

I would fain be the poor persecuted game, which the hunter pursues at the risk of breaking his bones and neck.

It must be delightful; one would willingly bear the pain of a wound for its sake.