Why did she tarry there now, standing quite motionless up by the highest bit of wall, looking over the sea, with her hand shading her eyes?
Quite motionless; as if she were a stone statue.

He began to wish she would move--would look at him--but any way that she would move, and not stand gazing thus over that great dreary sea.
He went down the path with an impatient step, and entered the house-place.

There sat his aunt spinning, and apparently as well as ever.

He could hear his uncle talking to Kester in the neighbouring shippen; all was well in the household.

Why was Sylvia standing in the garden in that strange quiet way?
'Why, lad! thou'rt a sight for sair een!' said his aunt, as she stood up to welcome him back.