It would, she felt, have been to her a delicious pleasure to have abandoned all effort; to have sunk in the lassitude of self-surrender.
The woman in her was working; her sex had found her out! She turned and looked around her, as though conscious of being watched.
Then, seeing that she was alone, she went her way with settled purpose; with flashing eyes and glowing cheeks--and a beating heart.

A heart all woman's since it throbbed the most with apprehension when the enemy, Man, was the objective of her most resolute attack.

She knew that she must keep moving; that she must not stop or pause; or her whole resolution must collapse.

And so she hurried on, fearful lest a chance meeting with any one might imperil her purpose.
On she went through the faint moss-green paths; through meadows rich with flowering grasses and the many reds of the summer wild-flowers.

And so up through the path cut in the natural dipping of the rock that rose over Caester Hill and formed a strong base for the clump of great trees that made a landmark for many a mile around.