This is supposed to be one of the most out-of-the-way villages in England.

It is called Redcliffe." She gave one look through the open windows.

There, behind the woods, a little village lay stretched and half hidden by the thick green foliage.
"I want to get out here," she said, in the same faint voice.
Her fellow-travelers looked at each other, and their glances said plainly, "There is something strange about her; let her go." A gentleman called the guard, and the woman, whose face was so carefully veiled, put something in his hand that shone like gold.
"Let me get out here," she said, and without a word he unlocked the door, and she left the carriage.

Those who remained behind breathed more freely after she had gone.

That strange, mute presence had had a depressing effect on them all.
She looked neither to the right nor to the left, but made her way quickly to the green fields, where the golden silence of summer reigned.
She walked there with hasty steps, looking behind her to see if she were pursued.
She opened the white gates and went into a field where the tall trees threw a deep shade.