Themanleftherwithoutfurtherspeech，andHettyheldonherway。Anotherdayhadrisen，andshemustwanderon。Itwasnousetothinkofdrowningherself——shecouldnotdoit，atleastwhileshehadmoneylefttobuyfoodandstrengthtojourneyon。
Buttheincidentonherwakingthismorningheightenedherdreadofthattimewhenhermoneywouldbeallgone；shewouldhavetosellherbasketandclothesthen，andshewouldreallylooklikeabeggarorawildwoman，asthemanhadsaid。Thepassionatejoyinlifeshehadfeltinthenight，afterescapingfromthebrinkoftheblackcolddeathinthepool，wasgonenow。Lifenow，bythemorninglight，withtheimpressionofthatman’shardwonderinglookather，wasasfullofdreadasdeath——itwasworse；itwasadreadtowhichshefeltchained，fromwhichsheshrankandshrankasshedidfromtheblackpool，andyetcouldfindnorefugefromit。
Shetookouthermoneyfromherpurse，andlookedatit。Shehadstilltwo-and-twentyshillings；itwouldserveherformanydaysmore，oritwouldhelphertogetonfastertoStonyshire，withinreachofDinah。ThethoughtofDinahurgeditselfmorestronglynow，sincetheexperienceofthenighthaddrivenhershudderingimaginationawayfromthepool。IfithadbeenonlygoingtoDinah——ifnobodybesidesDinahwouldeverknow——Hettycouldhavemadeuphermindtogotoher。Thesoftvoice，thepityingeyes，wouldhavedrawnher。Butafterwardstheotherpeoplemustknow，andshecouldnomorerushonthatshamethanshecouldrushondeath。
Shemustwanderonandon，andwaitforalowerdepthofdespairtogivehercourage。Perhapsdeathwouldcometoher，forshewasgettinglessandlessabletobeartheday’sweariness。Andyet——
suchisthestrangeactionofoursouls，drawingusbyalurkingdesiretowardstheveryendswedread——Hetty，whenshesetoutagainfromNorton，askedthestraightestroadnorthwardstowardsStonyshire，andkeptitallthatday。