Then from the field beyond the wood I could hear the corncrakes sawing away in the yet unmown grass, and there were a great many wood-doves uttering their soft laments.
I have always loved the things of nature; but on this evening they had less power than usual to soothe me.

The shame of my recent encounter with Richard Dawson kept sending the colour to my cheeks and the little shocks of repulsion through my blood.

I felt that if he had really kissed me I must have killed him or myself.

My fingers twitched as I thought on a certain dagger, little but deadly, which lay in a glass case in the picture-gallery, and I resolved that I would carry it in my breast for the future on my country rambles lest I should meet again with such rudeness as I had met to-day and have nothing with which to defend myself.
I was so engaged in my thoughts as I walked along that I had not noticed how far ahead of me Dido had run.

But suddenly she was brought to my mind by the most horrible yelping which made me run as fast as ever I ran in my life.
I came up with her in a little glade away from the main path, a mere gamekeepers' passage, now much overgrown and choked up, for it was long since we had kept gamekeepers.