Masha was at her wits' end.... 'If I refuse,' she thought, 'it's all over.'... Curiosity was the ruin of Eve....
'I agree,' she said at last.
'When then? Where?'
Masha's breathing came quickly and unevenly.
'To-morrow... in the evening. You know the copse above the Long Meadow?'...
'Behind the mill?'
Masha nodded.
'What time?'
'Wait...'
She could not bring out another word; her voice broke... she turned pale and went quickly out of the room.