He attempted to break down the hedge, and snapped off a few twigs, but its thickness resisted him, and he scratched his hands uselessly.
"No, it is impossible."
"Cry out! Call some one."
He cried aloud in the silence.
The top of the hedge had lost its deep color, but a red light now spread over the sky above them. A triangle of wild ducks passed in sweeping flight.
"Let me go, Foscarina. I shall find the tower easily, and will call from there. Some one will be sure to hear me."
"No! No!"
But she heard him move away, followed the sound of his steps, and was once more bewildered by the maze, once more alone and lost. She stopped, waited, listened, and looked at the sky. She lost all sense of time; the seconds seemed hours.
"Stelio! Stelio!"
She was no longer capable of an effort to control her disordered and exasperated mind. She felt the approach of a crisis of mad fear, as one feels the approach of a whirlwind.