Below, in the sheltered brushwood, among the last year's withered leaves, some primroses might be found.

He half thought of gathering Sylvia a posy of them, and rushing up to the farm to make a little farewell peace-offering.
But on looking at his watch, he put all thoughts of such an action out of his head; it was above an hour later than he had supposed, and he must make all haste on to Hartlepool.

Just as he was approaching this gully, a man came dashing down, and ran out some way upon the sand with the very force of his descent; then he turned to the left and took the direction of Hartlepool a hundred yards or so in advance of Philip.

He never stayed to look round him, but went swiftly and steadily on his way.

By the peculiar lurch in his walk--by everything--Philip knew it was the specksioneer, Kinraid.
Now the road up Haytersbank gully led to the farm, and nowhere else.
Still any one wishing to descend to the shore might do so by first going up to the Robsons' house, and skirting the walls till they came to the little slender path down to the shore.