But in proportion as I hated it I was eager to have it done and be done with it, and succeed, and stuff my ears and begone from the scene.

When she presently came to the verge of the beech wood, and, entering a little open clearing, seemed to loiter, I went cautiously.

This, I thought, must be the rendezvous; and I held back warily, looking to see him step out of the thicket.
But he did not, and by-and-by she quickened her pace.

She crossed the open and entered a wide ride cut through a low, dense wood of alder and dwarf oak--a wood so closely planted and so intertwined with hazel and elder and box that the branches rose like a solid wall, twelve feet high, on either side of the track.
Down this she passed, and I stood and watched her go, for I dared not follow.

The ride stretched away as straight as a line for four or five hundred yards, a green path between green walls.