The figure ran to another shelter.

He could see her now, and he called again, louder than before.
She stopped, and then darted through the corn into the more open potatoe patch.

Dorian followed.
"Hello, Carlia," he said, "what are you doing ?" The girl stood before him, bareheaded, with rough dress and heavy boots.
She was panting as if with fright.

When she caught a full sight of Dorian she gave a little cry, and when he came within reach, she grasped him by the arm.
"Oh, is it you, Dorian ?" "Sure.

Who else did you think it was?
Why, you're all of a tremble.