Shewentonwhisperingtoherself：“Andyethewaslookingatme!Hecouldseemyface，hearmyvoice，hearmygrief!WhenIusedtositathisfeet，withmycheekagainsthiskneeandhishandonmyhead，thecurseofcrueltyandmadnesswasalreadywithinhim，waitingfortheday。Thedaycame!……andbeforethesunhadsethecouldnotseemeanymore——hewasmadeblindanddeafandwithoutpity，asyouallare。Heshallhavenotearsfromme。Never，never。Notonetear。Iwillnot!HewentawayfrommeasifIhadbeenworsethandeath。Hefledasifdrivenbysomeaccursedthinghehadheardorseeninhissleep……“
`Hersteadyeyesseemedtostrainaftertheshapeofamantornoutofherarmsbythestrengthofadream。Shemadenosigntomysilentbow。
Iwasgladtoescape。
`Isawheronceagain，thesameafternoon。OnleavingherIhadgoneinsearchofStein，whomIcouldnotfindindoors；andIwanderedout，pursuedbydistressfulthoughts，intothegardens，thosefamousgardensofStein，inwhichyoucanfindeveryplantandtreeoftropicallowlands。
Ifollowedthecourseofthecanalizedstream，andsatforalongtimeonashadedbenchneartheornamentalpond，wheresomewaterfowlwithclippedwingsweredivingandsplashingnoisily。Thebranchesofcasuarinatreesbehindmeswayedlightly，incessantly，remindingmeofthesoughingoffirtreesathome。