And again I hear behind me the same light, measured, as it were, stealthy
steps.
‘Again that woman!’ I thought, ‘why does she stick to me?’ But then, I
added inwardly, ‘Most likely she has lost her way, being blind, and now
is following the sound of my steps so as to get with me to some inhabited
place. Yes, yes, that’s it.’
But a strange uneasiness gradually gained possession of my mind. I began
to fancy that the old woman was not only following me, but that she was
directing me, that she was driving me to right and to left, and that I was
unwittingly obeying her.
I still go on, however ... but, behold, before me, on my very road,
something black and wide ... a kind of hole.... ‘A grave!’ flashed through
my head. ‘That is where she is driving me!’
I turned sharply back. The old woman faced me again ... but she sees! She
is looking at me with big, cruel, malignant eyes ... the eyes of a bird of
prey.... I stoop down to her face, to her eyes.... Again the same opaque
membrane, the same blind, dull countenance....
‘Ah!’ I think, ‘this old woman is my fate. The fate from which there is no
escape for man!’
‘No escape! no escape! What madness.... One must try.’ And I rush away in
another direction.
I go swiftly.... But light footsteps as before patter behind me, close,
close.... And before me again the dark hole.
Again I turn another way.... And again the same patter behind, and the same
menacing blur of darkness before.
And whichever way I run, doubling like a hunted hare ... it’s always the
same, the same!
‘Wait!’ I think, ‘I will cheat her! I will go nowhere!’ and I instantly sat
down on the ground.
The old woman stands behind, two paces from me. I do not hear her, but I
feel she is there.
And suddenly I see the blur of darkness in the distance is floating,
creeping of itself towards me!
God! I look round again ... the old woman looks straight at me, and her
toothless mouth is twisted in a grin.
No escape!