Collinson cast himself at her side, and put his arm round her.
"Wot's gone o' ye, Sade?
You're cold and sick.

Listen.

Your hoss is just over thar feedin'.

I'll put you back on him, run in and tell 'em I'm off, and be with ye in a jiffy, and take ye back to Skinner's." "Wait," she said softly.

"Wait." "Or to the Silver Hollow--it's not so far." She had caught his hands again, her rigid face close to his, "What hollow ?--speak!" she said breathlessly.
"The hollow whar a friend o' mine struck silver.