directly
retreating.
But the
person who
advanced
was now
near
enough to
see her,
and
stepping
forward
with
eagerness,
pronounced
her name.
She had
turned
away; but
on hearing
herself
called,
though in
a voice
which
proved it
to be Mr.
Darcy, she
moved
again
towards
the gate.
He had by
that time
reached it
also, and,
holding
out a
letter,
which she
instinctively
took,
said, with
a look of
haughty
composure,
“I have
been
walking in
the grove
