the exit of friends.

However, we must leave Toro to his reflections, and follow the
brigand's widow.

It was between one and two in the morning when she quitted the bivouac
without being observed, and walked slowly towards the town where the
Harkaways were located.

There was no occasion for hurry.

At that hour of the morning she could not hope to gain admittance to
the house where her foes were located.

A day must pass, and evening come again, before any thing could be
done.

Diana's brain was in a whirl.

Deep-seated, poignant grief for the loss of one whom she had loved with
all the passion her impetuous nature was capable of, made the thought
and hope of revenge grow stronger and stronger.

Vengeance! aye, and a terrible one was what her soul craved.

Let once the deadly blow be stricken, and what matter then even if she
fell into the hands of the authorities? What matter even if her life
was pronounced a forfeit to the law? for life now had little charm for
her.