For the first time she spoke that day.
"That blue mountain, far away; let us stop when we get to it, not before." She closed her eyes again.

He drew the sails down before and behind, and the wagon rolled away slowly.

The landlady and the niggers stood to watch it from the stoep.
Very silently the great wagon rolled along the grass-covered plain.

The driver on the front box did not clap his whip or call to his oxen, and Gregory sat beside him with folded arms.

Behind them, in the closed wagon, she lay with the dog at her feet, very quiet, with folded hands.
He, Gregory, dared not be in there.