It was rather like
the obscure movement of a mainspring, setting into motion even the
remotest wheel of a mechanism.
Effie galloped up to the house. Nothing of the gentle waking her
coming had inspired attracted her observation. Her handsome eyes were
preoccupied, and their gaze wandered back over the way she had come,
searching the distance with the minutest care. Finally she dismounted
and off-saddled, turning her pony loose to follow the promptings of its
own particular requirements. Then she set about releasing the carcase
of the deer upon her saddle, and bore it away to a lean-to shed at the
side of the house. Emerging therefrom she picked up her saddle and
bridle and took them into the house. Then she took up her stand within
the doorway and, once more, narrowly searched the surrounding hills
with eyes as eager and doubtful as they were beautiful.
The calm of evening had settled once more upon the place. The peace of
it all was superlative. It was peace to which Effie was something more
than averse.
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