Furthermore, while she could well imagine that the folk of England would not find the sense of the words “under the hill”, she very well could. There were Hollows under there, and somewhere there would be a way in; one that a simple Englishman was unlikely to guess at.
She beamed her delight, and stood up from the bench so fast that she almost became entangled in her skirts, and toppled down again. ‘I thank you!’ she said. ‘I bless the day that I met you!’
And away she went, leaving Gabriel Winters to blink after her in befuddlement.
Phineas, of course, was long gone by the time she regained the street, but she could guess where it was he had gone. Clutching her bonnet against the strong, chill wind, she turned her steps towards the very hill which might, if she was lucky, contain the a
