The maze seemed to be endless.

Once or twice I wondered whether she had lost her way, and was merely seeking to return.

But her steady, purposeful gait, her measured pace, forbade the idea.

I noticed, too, that she seldom looked behind her--rarely to right or left.

Once the ride down which she passed was carpeted not with green, but with the silvery, sheeny leaves of some creeping plant that in the distance had a shimmer like that of water at evening.