Gwenda had no feeling in her as she left Rowcliffe's house. Her heart
hid in her breast. It was so mortally wounded as to be unaware that it
was hurt.
But at the turn of the white road her heart stirred in its
hiding-place. It stirred at the sight of Karva and with the wind that
brought her the smell of the flowering thorn-trees.
It discerned in these things a power that would before long make her
suffer.
She had no other sense of them.
* * * * *
She came to the drop of the road under Karva where she had seen
Rowcliffe for the first time.