Grace's foot was getting worse, and sitting down on a slab of the slate stile, she glanced at her companion.
"I imagine it needed some pluck to stop the hunt," she said.

"For one thing, you were alone; nobody agreed with you." Askew smiled.

"Opposition sometimes makes one obstinate.

But do you think it's hard to stand alone ?" "Yes," said Grace, impulsively.

"I know it's hard.