She seemed to be rising from her corpse like if she finally opened her eyes and could see things clearly. Stepping in front of the ladies that, noticing her attitude, shook their head puzzled. She carelessly walked toward the far lake, trying not the mind about the ladies' gazes she attracted toward her.
Finally alone, she kneeled and lifted slighted her dress. Probably the guests who were looking at her from afar were judging her. A lady shouldn't kneel like people of middle-class do. A lady well-mannered wouldn't risk her custom-made dress getting dirty.
