I felt uncomfortable, for I understood that I had made a mistake, and it became more and more painful to me, so that my limbs trembled.
She continued talking.
"I have nowhere to run away to. My uncle drove me here by force, but I can live here no longer. I shall hang myself."
Then she became silent, as if lost in an abyss.
I lost myself entirely, but she moved nearer to me and her breath came with difficulty.
"What do you wish?" I asked her.
She came up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. It trembled, and I, too, shook all over. My knees became weak and the darkness entered my throat and stifled me.
"Perhaps she is possessed," I thought to myself.
But she began to sob as she spoke, and her breath came hot on my face.
"I gave birth to a son, and they took him away from me and drove me here, where I cannot live. They tell me that my child is dead. My uncle and aunt say it, my guardians. Perhaps they have killed him. Perhaps they abandoned him. What can one know, my dear friend? I have still two years to be in their power before I reach my majority, but I cannot remain here."