The ascent was becoming more and more acute.
Dinah was panting.

Light as she was, with all the activity of youth in her veins, she found it hard to keep up, for Isabel was pressing, pressing hard.

She went as one in whom the fear of pursuit was ever present, paying no heed to her companion, seeming indeed to have almost forgotten her presence.
On and on, up and up, they went on their rapid pilgrimage.

The winding of the road had taken them out of sight of the hotel, and the whole world seemed deserted.

The sun-rays slanted ever more and more obliquely.