We were the only two." But still she pressed on, over the thick, wet, brown heather.
She saw Mr.Buxton coming; and she went still quicker.

The rain had cleared off, and a yellow watery gleam of sunshine was struggling out.

She stopped or he would have passed her unheeded; little expecting to meet her there.
"I wanted to see you," said she, all at once resuming her composure, and almost assuming a dignified manner.

"You must not go down to our house; we have sorrow enough there.

Come under these fir-trees, and let me speak to you." "I hope you have thought of what I said, and are willing to do what I asked you." "No!" said she.