The morning sun was shining flat upon its white surface, and the words, which still remained, were immediately visible to her.

She read them.

Her face flushed to crimson.

She could see Giles and Creedle talking together at the back; the charred spar-gad with which the lines had been written lay on the ground beneath the wall.

Feeling pretty sure that Winterborne would observe her action, she quickly went up to the wall, rubbed out "lose" and inserted "keep" in its stead.