The whitish February daylight streamed into her fine room.

Chill and lonely she fell upon one of the chairs along the wall.

It seemed to her as if the whole world were crashing and falling in around her.

All things past and present were as if buried in a fearful abyss, which yawned on all sides of her.
She wished her life would end, and that she were lying calm beneath some cold tombstone, where no more pain might touch her.
But she had sincerely forgiven him, and no hatred mingled with her desperate love..