She was lightly dressed; looked bold, and haggard, and flaunting, and poor; but seemed, for the time, to have given all that to the wind which was blowing, and to have nothing in her mind but going after them.

As the dark distant level, absorbing their figures into itself, left but itself visible between us and the sea and clouds, her figure disappeared in like manner, still no nearer to them than before.
'That is a black shadow to be following the girl,' said Steerforth, standing still; 'what does it mean ?' He spoke in a low voice that sounded almost strange to Me.
'She must have it in her mind to beg of them, I think,' said I.
'A beggar would be no novelty,' said Steerforth; 'but it is a strange thing that the beggar should take that shape tonight.' 'Why ?' I asked.
'For no better reason, truly, than because I was thinking,' he said, after a pause, 'of something like it, when it came by.

Where the Devil did it come from, I wonder!' 'From the shadow of this wall, I think,' said I, as we emerged upon a road on which a wall abutted.
'It's gone!' he returned, looking over his shoulder.

'And all ill go with it.

Now for our dinner!' But he looked again over his shoulder towards the sea-line glimmering afar off, and yet again.