34 Afternoon of the Fifth DayThe Lady Lavinia was not accustomed to exercise. But now she had to walk, for the little white pony had left her. Near the edge of the midland forest country, they had halted in a broad glade where they saw that fires had recently been lit, and where many horses had trodden down the turf.
It was here that the Lady Lavinia had tried to make a fire, with the help of the n***o maid, Clarissa; but her white soft hands, unused to any exercise more strenuous than that of smoothing her young Tribune’s hair, had failed her. Weeping with vexation, she had then tried to swallow the uncooked barley-flour, and had been rather sick. The maid, Clarissa, had then collected certain red berries from the bushes in the glade, and they had eaten them. They were sick again, for th
