Losing him from sight, she understood what she was doing, and stayed her steps.

A sense of having escaped a great danger made her tremble so that she feared she must fall to the ground if she could not find some place in which to rest.

A few steps brought her into a piece of common ground, which lay in the rear of the garden, and here, at the foot of the wall, were some pieces of timber, the severed limbs of a tree that had fallen in the past winter.

Here she could sit, leaning against the brickwork and letting her heart throb itself into quietness.
The wall was a low one, and above it in this place rose a screen of trellis, overgrown with creepers, making the rear of a spacious summer-house, which Mrs.Ormonde had had constructed for the use of children who had to be sheltered from too much either of sun or breeze when they were brought out of doors.

Thyrza had not been resting for more than a minute or two, when a voice spoke from the other side of the wall, so plainly that she started, thinking she was observed and addressed.