She was struck afresh with the mild beauty of the face, though there was something in the countenance which told of the body's deformity, something more and beyond the pallor of habitual ill-health, something of a quick spiritual light in the deep set-eyes, a sensibility about the mouth; but altogether, though a peculiar, it was a most attractive face.
"Will you allow me to accompany you if you are going the round by Cwm Dhu, as I imagine you are?
The hand-rail is blown away from the little wooden bridge by the storm last night, and the rush of waters below may make you dizzy; and it is really dangerous to fall there, the stream is so deep." They walked on without much speech.

She wondered who her companion might be.

She should have known him, if she had seen him among the strangers at the inn; and yet he spoke English too well to be a Welshman; he knew the country and the paths so perfectly, he must be a resident; and so she tossed him from England to Wales and back again in her imagination.
"I only came here yesterday," said he, as a widening in the path permitted them to walk abreast.

"Last night I went to the higher waterfalls; they are most splendid." "Did you go out in all that rain ?" asked Ruth, timidly.
"Oh, yes.

Rain never hinders me from walking.