Now and then muffled in the snow, she thought she heard the scamper of tiny feet.
Isabel went up the steep track with a wonderful elasticity, looking neither to right nor left.

Her eyes were fixed perpetually forwards, with the look in them of one who strains towards a goal.

Her lips were parted, and the eagerness of her face went to Dinah's heart.
They came out above the pine-wood.

They reached and passed the spot where she and Scott had turned back on their first walk together.

The snow crunched crisply underfoot.