As soon as she entered upon it, she proceeded rapidly--so rapidly, indeed, that before long she had to check herself and take breath.

No sun shone, and the air was very still and warm; to her it seemed oppressive.

Over Dunfield hung a vast pile of purple cloud, against which the wreaths of mill smoke, slighter than on week-days, lay with a dead whiteness.

The Heath was solitary; a rabbit now and then started from a brake, and here and there grazed sheep.

Emily had her eyes upon the ground, save when she looked rapidly ahead to measure the upward distance she had still to toil over.
On reaching the quarry, she stayed her feet.