They had threatened but she was not a strolling player who feared the lock-up and the House of Correction.

They would think twice before they sent a child of the Vieradlers into the Home of the Unrepentant Magdalens! and all this intermixed with snatches of song and flashes of original wit at the expense of the police and soldiers and the citizens.
And the flight into Italy with the Marchioness famous for proteges as other old ladies for keeping cats or parrots?
It was true she had made her an offer and she had connived at the police being made to think she had accompanied the eccentric dame.

But she had remained in Munich to help the man who was endeared to her.
Not a word about Baboushka and a fear to break the spell kept Claudius quiet on that point.
Eight minutes passed like one, when--"Stop!" she exclaimed, and was out beside him without a helping hand and upon the dusty road.
The walls had a gap here, roughly choked up by a higgledy-piggledy heap of rubbish.

Fraulein von Vieradlers had attacked it before her astonished companion, also alighting, came to her aid.

There was witchery in the creature, for her delicate, ungloved hands, covered with rings, tugged at the roughly hewn tree-trunks and misshapen blocks of stone without a scratch and, as her frame offered no suggestion of strength, the swiftness with which they were moved, confirmed the idea of the supernatural.