"Danusia! Danusia!" repeated Zbyshko.
And he was silent. It was dark in the hut, so at the first moment he could see nothing. But from beyond the stones, which were piled around the fireplace, a quick and loud breathing came, which was like that of a beast driven into a corner.
"Danusia! by the living God! It is I! I am Zbyshko!"
And then he saw her eyes in the gloom; they were opened widely, filled with dread, and no gleam of mind in them.
So he sprang to her and caught her in his arms; but she did not know him, and tearing herself from his grasp, she repeated in a panting whisper,—
"I'm afraid! I'm afraid! I'm afraid!"
