The speed at which she had come, and an agitation which was increasing, made breathing so difficult that she turned a few paces aside, and sat down upon a rough block of stone, long since quarried and left unused.

Just before her was a small patch of marshy ground, long grass growing about a little pool.

A rook had alighted on the margin, and was pecking about.

Presently it rose on its heavy wings; she watched it flap athwart the dun sky.

Then her eye fell on a little yellow flower near her feet, a flower she did not know.
She plucked and examined it, then let it drop carelessly from her hand.
The air was growing brown; a storm threatened.