noon
Nobody would find her . Certainly it would be hard to find her , so remote and hidden was the place . The farm , which was small and humble , stood in a deep lane cut off from Chagford by a hill . The lane dipped abruptly from the hillside ; it plunged ; it went down , at noon , as into a pit of darkness . The white-washed house , lodged on a flat break in the descent , sucked light through its high ring of ash-trees . Below it the lane went headlong to the hill-bottom . It was perched on a hill , hugged in a valley , according as you approached it from the north-east or the south-west .