She came home in the afternoon from the Backhouses' absorbed apparently in the state of the dying girl, took a couple of hours rest, and hurried off again.

She passed the vicarage with bent head, and never looked up.
'She is gone!' said Rose to Agnes as she stood at the window looking after her sister's retreating figure, 'It is all over! They can't meet now.

He will be off by nine to-morrow.' The girl spoke with a lump in her throat, and flung herself down by the window, moodily watching the dark form against the fells.

Catherine's coldness seemed to make all life colder and more chilling--to fling a hard denial in the face of the dearest claims of earth.
The stormy light of the afternoon was fading toward sunset.

Catherine walked on fast toward the group of houses at the head of the valley, in one of which lived the two old carriers who had worked such havoc with Mrs.Thornburgh's housekeeping arrangements.