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The
rapidity
of
her
glide
into
this
position
was
that
of
a
kingfisher
—
its
noiselessness
that
of
a
hawk
.
Gabriel
’
s
eyes
had
scarcely
been
able
to
follow
her
.
The
tall
lank
pony
seemed
used
to
such
doings
,
and
ambled
along
unconcerned
.
Thus
she
passed
under
the
level
boughs
.
The
performer
seemed
quite
at
home
anywhere
between
a
horse
’
s
head
and
its
tail
,
and
the
necessity
for
this
abnormal
attitude
having
ceased
with
the
passage
of
the
plantation
,
she
began
to
adopt
another
,
even
more
obviously
convenient
than
the
first
.
She
had
no
side
-
saddle
,
and
it
was
very
apparent
that
a
firm
seat
upon
the
smooth
leather
beneath
her
was
unattainable
sideways
.
Springing
to
her
accustomed
perpendicular
like
a
bowed
sapling
,
and
satisfying
herself
that
nobody
was
in
sight
,
she
seated
herself
in
the
manner
demanded
by
the
saddle
,
though
hardly
expected
of
the
woman
,
and
trotted
off
in
the
direction
of
Tewnell
Mill
.
Oak
was
amused
,
perhaps
a
little
astonished
,
and
hanging
up
the
hat
in
his
hut
,
went
again
among
his
ewes
.
An
hour
passed
,
the
girl
returned
,
properly
seated
now
,
with
a
bag
of
bran
in
front
of
her
.
On
nearing
the
cattle
-
shed
she
was
met
by
a
boy
bringing
a
milking
-
pail
,
who
held
the
reins
of
the
pony
whilst
she
slid
off
.
The
boy
led
away
the
horse
,
leaving
the
pail
with
the
young
woman
.
Soon
soft
spirts
alternating
with
loud
spirts
came
in
regular
succession
from
within
the
shed
,
the
obvious
sounds
of
a
person
milking
a
cow
.
Gabriel
took
the
lost
hat
in
his
hand
,
and
waited
beside
the
path
she
would
follow
in
leaving
the
hill
.
She
came
,
the
pail
in
one
hand
,
hanging
against
her
knee
.
The
left
arm
was
extended
as
a
balance
,
enough
of
it
being
shown
bare
to
make
Oak
wish
that
the
event
had
happened
in
the
summer
,
when
the
whole
would
have
been
revealed
.
There
was
a
bright
air
and
manner
about
her
now
,
by
which
she
seemed
to
imply
that
the
desirability
of
her
existence
could
not
be
questioned
;
and
this
rather
saucy
assumption
failed
in
being
offensive
because
a
beholder
felt
it
to
be
,
upon
the
whole
,
true
.
Like
exceptional
emphasis
in
the
tone
of
a
genius
,
that
which
would
have
made
mediocrity
ridiculous
was
an
addition
to
recognised
power
.
It
was
with
some
surprise
that
she
saw
Gabriel
’
s
face
rising
like
the
moon
behind
the
hedge
.
The
adjustment
of
the
farmer
’
s
hazy
conceptions
of
her
charms
to
the
portrait
of
herself
she
now
presented
him
with
was
less
a
diminution
than
a
difference
.
The
starting
-
point
selected
by
the
judgment
was
her
height
.
She
seemed
tall
,
but
the
pail
was
a
small
one
,
and
the
hedge
diminutive
;
hence
,
making
allowance
for
error
by
comparison
with
these
,
she
could
have
been
not
above
the
height
to
be
chosen
by
women
as
best
.
All
features
of
consequence
were
severe
and
regular
.
It
may
have
been
observed
by
persons
who
go
about
the
shires
with
eyes
for
beauty
,
that
in
Englishwoman
a
classically
-
formed
face
is
seldom
found
to
be
united
with
a
figure
of
the
same
pattern
,
the
highly
-
finished
features
being
generally
too
large
for
the
remainder
of
the
frame
;
that
a
graceful
and
proportionate
figure
of
eight
heads
usually
goes
off
into
random
facial
curves
.
Without
throwing
a
Nymphean
tissue
over
a
milkmaid
,
let
it
be
said
that
here
criticism
checked
itself
as
out
of
place
,
and
looked
at
her
proportions
with
a
long
consciousness
of
pleasure
.
From
the
contours
of
her
figure
in
its
upper
part
,
she
must
have
had
a
beautiful
neck
and
shoulders
;
but
since
her
infancy
nobody
had
ever
seen
them
.
Had
she
been
put
into
a
low
dress
she
would
have
run
and
thrust
her
head
into
a
bush
.
Yet
she
was
not
a
shy
girl
by
any
means
;
it
was
merely
her
instinct
to
draw
the
line
dividing
the
seen
from
the
unseen
higher
than
they
do
it
in
towns
.
That
the
girl
’
s
thoughts
hovered
about
her
face
and
form
as
soon
as
she
caught
Oak
’
s
eyes
conning
the
same
page
was
natural
,
and
almost
certain
.
The
self
-
consciousness
shown
would
have
been
vanity
if
a
little
more
pronounced
,
dignity
if
a
little
less
.
Rays
of
male
vision
seem
to
have
a
tickling
effect
upon
virgin
faces
in
rural
districts
;
she
brushed
hers
with
her
hand
,
as
if
Gabriel
had
been
irritating
its
pink
surface
by
actual
touch
,
and
the
free
air
of
her
previous
movements
was
reduced
at
the
same
time
to
a
chastened
phase
of
itself
.
Yet
it
was
the
man
who
blushed
,
the
maid
not
at
all
.
"
I
found
a
hat
,
"
said
Oak
.
