Her skinny hand was stretched out towards the wood.
"What are those men doing, Sir Everard Dominey ?" she demanded.

"What is your will with the wood ?" "I am carrying out a determination I came to in the winter," Dominey replied.

"Those men are going to cut and hew their way from one end of the Black Wood to the other, until not a tree or a bush remains upright.
As they cut, they burn.

Afterwards, I shall have it drained.

We may live to see a field of corn there, Mrs.Unthank." "You will dare to do this ?" she asked hoarsely.
"Will you dare to tell me why I should not, Mrs.Unthank ?" She relapsed into silence, and Dominey passed on.