Far off against the horizon lay the low black rocks of the Minquiers.

They seemed to her, on the instant, like stepping-stones.

Beyond would be other stepping-stones, and others and others still again, and they would all mark the way and lead to what Philip called the world.

The world! She felt a sudden little twist of regret at her heart.

Here she was like a cow grazing within the circle of its tether--like a lax caterpillar on its blade of grass.