As she trod this, with her face to the low sun, her tall grey figure had a pure air that for the moment startled me--she looked unearthly.

Then I swore in scorn of myself, and at the next corner I had my reward.

She was no longer walking on.

She had stopped, I found, and seated herself on a fallen tree that lay in the ride.
For some time I stood in ambush watching her, and with each minute I grew more impatient.

At last I began to doubt--to have strange thoughts.
The green walls were growing dark.