As he decided this he looked at Miss Jones guiltily, but she was making such odd faces as she squinted to escape from the sun that he did not feel ashamed.
They came to that steep hill just beyond Garth woods, and Bob, of course, refused to move.

The superb Le Page affair dashed past them, shouted something at them, and disappeared over the brow of the hill.
The last thing to be seen of them were the fierce despairing eyes of the imprisoned Mary.

A strange sensation of relief instantly settled upon the Coles.

For a moment they were alone; they began slowly to walk up the hill, dragging with them the reluctant Bob.

About them was peace, absolute and unstained.