She stood by the door, shivering all over, almost facing the people in the road, but with her face turned a little to the right, so that they thought she was looking at the pathway on the cliff-side, a hundred yards or so distant, below which the hungry waves still lashed themselves into high ascending spray; while nearer to the cottage, where their force was broken by the bar at the entrance to the river, they came softly lapping up the shelving shore.
Sylvia saw nothing of all this, though it was straight before her eyes.

She only saw a blurred mist; she heard no sound of waters, though it filled the ears of those around.

Instead she heard low whispers pronouncing Philip's earthly doom.
For the doctors were both agreed; his internal injury was of a mortal kind, although, as the spine was severely injured above the seat of the fatal bruise, he had no pain in the lower half of his body.
They had spoken in so low a tone that John Foster, standing only a foot or so away, had not been able to hear their words.

But Sylvia heard each syllable there where she stood outside, shivering all over in the sultry summer evening.

She turned round to Kester.
'I mun go to him, Kester; thou'll see that noane come in to us, when t' doctors come out.' She spoke in a soft, calm voice; and he, not knowing what she had heard, made some easy conditional promise.