"You have lifted a terrible load from my heart.

If the time ever comes when I can repay you, rest assured it shall surely be done." She tried to rise from her couch, but the good wife held her back upon her pillow with a detaining hand, exclaiming: "What are you about to do, my dear child ?" "Go away from here," sobbed the girl, again attempting to arise from the couch, but falling back upon the pillow from sheer weakness.
She did not leave that couch for many a day.

What she had undergone had been too much for her shattered nerves.
Brain fever threatened the hapless girl, but was warded off by the faithful nursing of old Adam's faithful wife.
And during those weeks the good woman could learn nothing of the history of the beautiful young stranger, who persistently refused to divulge one word concerning herself.

She would turn her face to the wall and weep so violently when any allusion was made to her past that the grave digger's wife gave up questioning her.
One morning the bed was empty.

It had not been slept in.