it was then she had to stop and walk
for a little space--she must walk
or fall down! And she could not
fall down, no! no! no! he would die
if she fell down! Once a figure loomed
up in the haze, and she caught the
glimmer of an inquisitive eye. "Say,"
a man's voice said, "where are you
bound for?" There was something in
the tone that gave her a stab of fright;
for a minute or two her feet seemed to
fly, and she heard a laugh behind her
in the darkness: "What's your hurry?"
the voice called after her. And still
she ran. But she was saying to herself
that she must STOP; she must stand still
just for a moment. "Oh, just for
a minute?" her body whimperingly
entreated; she would not listen to it! She
must not listen, even though her heart
burst with the strain. But her body
had its way, and she fell into a walk,
although she was not aware of it. In a
gasping whisper she was saying, over
and over: "Doctor, hurry; he'll die;
hurry; I killed him." She tried to be
silent, but her lips moved mechanically.
"Doctor, hurry; he'll--Oh, I MUSTN'T
talk!" she told herself, "it takes my
breath"--but still her lips moved. She