But she had gained the Heath, and it was certain now that he had not tried to overtake her, a glance back showed her that no one was in sight.

She walked rapidly on, though her heart seemed about to burst, walked without pausing till she had reached the quarry.

Here she sat on the same stone as before.

She was in dread of fainting; the anguish of her leaping blood was intolerable; she had neither sight nor hearing.
But the crisis of suffering passed; she let her head fall forward and buried it upon her lap.
Perhaps for ten minutes she remained thus, then a great crash from the near heavens caused her to look up.

It was raining, had rained since she sat there, though she had not known it.