"No," she repeated, and continued sauntering on, pausing at intervals to muse over a bit of moss, or a tuft of blanched grass, or a fungus spreading its bright orange among the heaps of brown foliage; and, ever and anon, her hand was lifted to her averted face.

'No,' she repeated, and continued walking on, pausing at intervals. Frequently her hand was lifted to her averted face.
