After having noticed the direction in which Pori was walking, she sat down on top of the bank, untied her dress, and put it on.
Pori saw her and took her for what she was, indeed, a most unhappy woman.
The door of the building opened, and Pori appeared on the threshold.
It was harvest time, and Pori went out to oversee the workmen.
Pori's eyes, fixed at first upon Tahoser, soon were half-closed, and then completely so.
Staggering and pressing her little hand to her heart to still its beating, she drew near Pori's dwelling.
Meanwhile Pori issued from the hut, giving a last kiss to Ra'hel.
Having finished her toilet, Tahoser resumed her place at the door of the house and waited for Pori.
Tahoser, encouraged by the friendly words of Pori, abandoned her supplicating attitude and rose.
Tahoser followed him timidly, and stood near the door, ready to leave at the slightest gesture, but Pori signed to her to remain.