She sat down then, or, rather, flung herself on the ground with a vehement cry, like one who had suffered from a deadly pain without daring to murmur--one loud cry, and, from the sound of it, it was easy to tell that it came from a broken heart.

She bowed her head against the rugged bark of a tree, and then fell into a deep slumber.
The wearied limbs seemed to relax.

To sleep as she did she must have been watching long.
When she opened her eyes again the afternoon had gone and the shadows of evening were falling.

It was still bright and warm, but she shivered like one seized with mortal cold.
She rose and made her way to the quiet little village.

It was almost out of the world, so completely was it hidden by the trees and hills.