It was really the moor and the mist and the things you think are hidden in it." "Did you watch me ?" I asked.

"I could not help watching you a little, when you were so kind to the poor woman.

I was afraid you would see me and think me rude." "It was the far look in your face I watched," he said.

"If you will come to tea under the big apple-tree I will tell you more about it." "Indeed I will come," I answered.

"Now we must go and sit among the other people--those who don't care about Muircarrie at all.".