I shall probably spoil one of my best chapters." She rose to her feet.
"In the interests of your novel!" she murmured.

"Come! Only we had better go out by the back door." Like children they stole out of the house.

They climbed the rolling moorland till they reached the hill on the further side of the valley.
She sat down, breathless, with her back against the trunk of a small Scotch fir.

Burton threw himself on to the ground by her side.
"We think too much always of consequences," he said "After this evening, what does anything matter?
The gorse is a flaming yellow; do you see how it looks like a field of gold there in the distance?
Only the haze separates it from the blue sky.

Look down where I am pointing, Edith.
It was there by the side of the road that I first looked into the garden and saw you." "It was not you who looked," she objected, shaking her head.