THE OLD MAN.
They might look a hundred thousand years and not perceive anything, the poor little sisters…. The night is too dark…. They are looking this way; and it is from that way the misfortune is coming….
THE STRANGER.
It is fortunate they look this way…. I do not know what that is coming toward us, over by the meadows.
MARY.
I think it is the crowd…. They are so far away you can hardly make them out….
THE STRANGER.
They follow the undulations of the path…. Now they appear again on a hillside in the moonlight….
MARY.
Oh, how many they seem!… They had already run up from the suburbs of the city when I came…. They are going a long way around….