She was tall--that he could tell, tall and slim and very young.

Her face was turned seaward, and she stood for a little scanning the broad channel, shading her eyes as if to search for something on the extreme horizon.

The air was very quiet and he thought that he could hear her sigh.

Then she turned and re-entered the House, while Heritage by his side began to curse under his breathe with a shocking fervour.
One of Dickson's troubles had been that he did not believe Dougal's story, and the sight of the girl removed one doubt.

That bright exotic thing did not belong to the Cruives or to Scotland at all, and that she should be in the House removed the place from the conventional dwelling to which the laws against burglary applied.
There was a rustle among the rhododendrons and the fiery face of Dougal appeared.