As she saw the lights and shadows dancing before her she became serious for a moment, and fancied they were like the will-o'-the-wisp, and portended no good; but she soon quickened her pace, and at the first opening went out again into the road, where the sun was uninterrupted in his gaze, and her few fanciful thoughts took flight.
She glanced furtively into one or two cottages as she passed them, and the absence of all inmates seemed to reproach her for her Sunday evening falsehood.

At last she reached a small cross-road or lane, down which she turned, heedless of the profusion of wild roses that actually canopied the way.

Another path, narrower still, and thickly bordered with blackberry bushes in full blossom, brought her to what seemed a large mass of brambles, low underwood, and occasional young oaks.

There were, however, little patches of grass here and there amongst the thicket, and into one of these she got with some difficulty.

This was the hall from which diverged one or two little passages, that looked so dark, narrow, and brambly, that they appeared inaccessible.