Her will being done here over the dead--was that anything like the will of the Father being done in heaven?
Her untrained thoughts hovered on the verge of great questions, and then slipped back into her pathetic self and its fear, while her tongue hurried on through the words of the prayer.
Once the horse stirred and breathed a soft protest.

He could not understand why they were stopping so long in this desolate place, for nothing apparently.

He had looked and looked at the shapeless mound before which the girl was standing; but he saw no sign of his lost master, and his instincts warned him that there were wild animals about.

Anyhow, this was no place for a horse and a maid to stop in the night.
A few loose stones rattled from the horse's motion.

The girl started, and looked hastily about, listening for a possible pursuer; but everywhere in the white sea of moonlight there was empty, desolate space.