What about that stile over there?
Can we go back across the fields ?" She snatched her hands out of his grasp (it seems he had omitted to let them go), marched away from him and got over the stile.

It was a big field sprinkled profusely with white sheep.

A trodden path crossed it diagonally.

After she had gone more than half way she turned her head for the first time.

Keeping five feet or so behind, Captain Anthony was following her with an air of extreme interest.