Perhaps God would deal so by him.
In its way the evening was very beautiful.

The cold November day was dying into night.

Clear, clear was the sky save for some black and heavy snow clouds that floated on it driven before the easterly wind that piped through the sere grasses and blew the plovers over him as though they were dead leaves.

Where the sun had vanished long bars of purple lay above the horizon; to his excited fancy they looked like the gateway of another and a better world, set, as the old Egyptians dreamed, above the uttermost pylons of the West.

What lay there beyond the sun?
Oh! what lay beyond the sun?
Perhaps, even now, Barbara knew! A figure appeared standing upon a sand dune between the pathway and the sea.