It was the face of a hunter, and the iron resolution of it sent an odd quiver that was almost of foreboding through her heart.
And then suddenly he turned his head slightly, as if he felt her look upon him, and like a knife-thrust his eyes came down to hers.
She felt the hot colour rush over her face as if she had been caught in some act of trespass.

Her confusion consumed her, she could not have said wherefore.

She looked swiftly away.
Quietly he left his rock and came to her.
She shrank at his coming.

The pulse in her throat was throbbing as if it would choke her.

She wanted to spring up and flee down the hill.