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She
walked
on
.
An
hour
passed
.
She
lost
her
sense
of
direction
,
became
confused
,
knew
not
where
she
was
going
,
turned
corners
and
went
up
by
-
streets
without
knowing
why
,
anything
to
keep
moving
,
for
she
fancied
that
so
soon
as
she
stood
still
,
the
rat
in
the
pit
of
her
stomach
gnawed
more
eagerly
.
At
last
,
she
entered
what
seemed
to
be
,
if
not
a
park
,
at
least
some
sort
of
public
enclosure
.
There
were
many
trees
;
the
place
was
beautiful
;
well
-
kept
roads
and
walks
led
sinuously
and
invitingly
underneath
the
shade
.
Through
the
trees
upon
the
other
side
of
a
wide
expanse
of
turf
,
brown
and
sear
under
the
summer
sun
,
she
caught
a
glimpse
of
tall
buildings
and
a
flagstaff
.
The
whole
place
had
a
vaguely
public
,
educational
appearance
,
and
Minna
guessed
,
from
certain
notices
affixed
to
the
trees
,
warning
the
public
against
the
picking
of
flowers
,
that
she
had
found
her
way
into
the
grounds
of
the
State
University
.
She
went
on
a
little
further
.
The
path
she
was
following
led
her
,
at
length
,
into
a
grove
of
gigantic
live
oaks
,
whose
lower
branches
all
but
swept
the
ground
.
Here
the
grass
was
green
,
the
few
flowers
in
bloom
,
the
shade
very
thick
.
A
more
lovely
spot
she
had
seldom
seen
.
Near
at
hand
was
a
bench
,
built
around
the
trunk
of
the
largest
live
oak
,
and
here
,
at
length
,
weak
from
hunger
,
exhausted
to
the
limits
of
her
endurance
,
despairing
,
abandoned
,
Minna
Hooven
sat
down
to
enquire
of
herself
what
next
she
could
do
.
But
once
seated
,
the
demands
of
the
animal
—
so
she
could
believe
—
became
more
clamorous
,
more
insistent
.
To
eat
,
to
rest
,
to
be
safely
housed
against
another
night
,
above
all
else
,
these
were
the
things
she
craved
;
and
the
craving
within
her
grew
so
mighty
that
she
crisped
her
poor
,
starved
hands
into
little
fists
,
in
an
agony
of
desire
,
while
the
tears
ran
from
her
eyes
,
and
the
sobs
rose
thick
from
her
breast
and
struggled
and
strangled
in
her
aching
throat
.
But
in
a
few
moments
Minna
was
aware
that
a
woman
,
apparently
of
some
thirty
years
of
age
,
had
twice
passed
along
the
walk
in
front
of
the
bench
where
she
sat
,
and
now
,
as
she
took
more
notice
of
her
,
she
remembered
that
she
had
seen
her
on
the
ferry
-
boat
coming
over
from
the
city
.
The
woman
was
gowned
in
silk
,
tightly
corseted
,
and
wore
a
hat
of
rather
ostentatious
smartness
.
Minna
became
convinced
that
the
person
was
watching
her
,
but
before
she
had
a
chance
to
act
upon
this
conviction
she
was
surprised
out
of
all
countenance
by
the
stranger
coming
up
to
where
she
sat
and
speaking
to
her
.
“
Here
is
a
coincidence
,
”
exclaimed
the
new
-
comer
,
as
she
sat
down
;
“
surely
you
are
the
young
girl
who
sat
opposite
me
on
the
boat
.
Strange
I
should
come
across
you
again
.
I
’
ve
had
you
in
mind
ever
since
.
”
On
this
nearer
view
Minna
observed
that
the
woman
’
s
face
bore
rather
more
than
a
trace
of
enamel
and
that
the
atmosphere
about
was
impregnated
with
sachet
.
She
was
not
otherwise
conspicuous
,
but
there
was
a
certain
hardness
about
her
mouth
and
a
certain
droop
of
fatigue
in
her
eyelids
which
,
combined
with
an
indefinite
self
-
confidence
of
manner
,
held
Minna
’
s
attention
.
“
Do
you
know
,
”
continued
the
woman
,
“
I
believe
you
are
in
trouble
.
I
thought
so
when
I
saw
you
on
the
boat
,
and
I
think
so
now
.
Are
you
?
Are
you
in
trouble
?
You
’
re
from
the
country
,
ain
’
t
you
?
”
