She had meant to do it in the cool of the previous evening, but her talk with Nick had driven the matter absolutely from her mind.
So she laboured in the full heat of a burning August day, till her head began to throb and her muscles to ache so unbearably that it was no longer possible to ignore them.

It was at the commencement of the last row but one (they were very long rows) that she became aware that her energies were seriously flagging.

The rest of the garden seemed to be swimming in a haze around her, but she stubbornly ignored that, and bent again to her work, fixing her attention once more with all her resolution upon the great rose-red berries that were waiting to be gathered.

She must finish now.

She had promised herself to clear the bed by luncheon-time.