"Ah, here, here she walks", he exclaimed "I hear her steps in the droughty leafes and the rustling of her gown touching the ground and streaking the bushes; and he ran and ran like a lunatic from here to there; and he did not see her.
"But her steps can still be heard", he murmured again, "I think she has spoken; there is no doubt, she has spoken...

The wind that whispered through the branches, the leaves that seem to pray with soft voices prevent me from understanding what she said; but there is no doubt, there she goes, she has spoken ..., has spoken ... What language? I do not know, but it is a strange language.