Her pale face became paler, the sidelong look that haunted her eyes came back to them at this moment, her tremulous lips trembled visibly, and for a few minutes she stood apparently powerless and irresolute.
Then the light of determination returned to the young girl's face.
Leaving Liza in the porch, she went into the house for her cloak and hood.

When she rejoined her companion her mind was made up to a daring enterprise.
"The men of Wythburn, such of them as we can trust," she said, "are in the funeral train.

We must go ourselves; at least I must go." "Do let me go, too," said Liza; "but where are you going ?" "To cross the fell to Stye Head." "We can't go there, Rotha--two girls." "What of that?
But you need not go.

It's eight miles across, and I may run most of the way.

They've been gone nearly an hour; they are out of sight.