She retraced her steps to the prison, and then she strangely lost her way in the city in which she had been born, in which she lived to her old age.

She strolled into a deserted little garden with a few old, gnarled trees, and she seated herself upon a wet bench, from which the snow had melted.
And suddenly she understood.

He was to be hanged upon the morrow! The old woman jumped up, about to run, but suddenly her head began to swim terribly and she fell to the ground.

The icy path was wet and slippery, and she could not rise.

She turned about, lifted herself on her elbows and knelt, then fell back on her side.