"I must not let myself do this.

I mustn't, Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" She was so overpowered by her sense of her own weakness that she was conscious of nothing but the fact that she must control it.

Upon the elastic moorland road wheels stole upon one without sound.

So the wheels of a rapidly driven high cart approached her and were almost at her side before she lifted her head, startled by a sudden consciousness that a vehicle was near her.
It was Lord Walderhurst's cart, and even as she gazed at him with alarmed wet eyes, his lordship descended from it and made a sign to his groom, who at once impassively drove on.
Emily's lips tried to tremble into a smile; she put out her hand fumblingly toward the fish-basket, and having secured it, began to rise.
"I--sat down to rest," she faltered, even apologetically.

"I walked to Maundell, and it was so hot." Just at that moment a little breeze sprang up and swept across her cheek.