"Could we not go up the fell ?" The girls turned towards the Fornside Fell on an errand which both understood and neither needed to explain.
"Do the words of a song ever torment you, Liza, rising up in your mind again and again, and refusing to go away ?" "No--why ?" said Liza, simply.
"Nothing--only I can't get a song out of my head today.

It comes back and back-- One lonely foot sounds on the keep, And that's the warder's tread." The girls had not gone far when they saw the object of their search leaning over a low wall, and holding his hands to his eyes as though straining his sight to catch a view of some object in the distance.
Simeon Stagg was already acquiring the abandoned look of the man who is outlawed from his fellows.

His hair and beard were growing long, shaggy, and unkempt.

They were beginning to be frosted with gray.

His dress was loose; he wore no belt.