That was the man.

For herself, she looked down the slope of the hill across the brown country.

Away on the right waved the woods about Ramelton, at her feet flashed a strip of the Lough; and this was her country; she was its child and the sister of its people.
"No," she repeated, as she rose to her feet.

Durrance rose with her.

He was still not so much disheartened as conscious of a blunder.