She started up and away from me. At the same moment the head of the Gypsy girl reappeared round the eastern cleft of the gorge. Do you know where she is running to. She knows it well. Winnie seemed to have slackened her pace when she was out of sight, for we saw her just turning away on the right at the point indicated by Sinfi. We shall lose her-I know we the psychology of violence lose her. There, along a ragged shelf bordering a yawning chasm-a shelf that seemed to me scarce wide enough for a human foot-Winifred was running and balancing herself the psychology of violence surely as a bird over the abyss. She stood and looked into the floating mass for a moment, and then passed into it and was lost from view.