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Not quite sure in which direction lay the road, she got out from

the trap, topped the hill to her right, and looked around. She

saw in all directions nothing but rolling hilltops, merging into

each other even to the horizon's edge. In her wild flight among

these hills she had lost count of direction. She had not yet

learned how to know north from south by the sun, and if she had

it would have helped but little since she knew only vaguely the

general line of their travel.