"Wouldn't it be as well to get out of this rain?
It's only a step to the mill." She turned with docility and looked towards the two horses standing patiently where he had left them on the brown slope of the hill.
"Not that way," he said.

"Come across this field to the road.

It is no distance from there." Doris began to gather up her skirt.

It was wet through and caked with mud.

She caught her breath again as she did it.