The sun was sinking; a sharp, white peak, miles and miles away, which closed the vista of the ride, began to flush and colour rosily.

Finally, but not before I had had leisure to grow uneasy, she stood up and walked on more slowly.

I waited, as usual, until the next turning hid her.

Then I hastened after her, and, warily passing round the corner came face to face with her! I knew all in a moment saw all in a flash: that she had fooled me, tricked me, lured me away.

Her face was white with scorn, her eyes blazed; her figure, as she confronted me, trembled with anger and infinite contempt.
'You spy!' she cried.