I saw her raise her face to the darkling skies, and I felt that some despairing prayer was on her lip, and the reason why I could see her so plainly was this, that she stood just where the rays of the lamps fell brightly.
It was a dramatic scene: the dark, heaving sea, with the fitful gleam of the moonlight; the silent pier, with the one huge light; the tall, dark figure standing there so motionless.

Why did she look round with that hurried stealthy glance, as though so desirous of being alone?
Presently she seemed to realize that she stood where the light fell brightest, and she turned away.

She walked to the side of the pier farthest from me, where she stood opposite to the bright lights of the western pier.

She did not remain there long, but crossed again, and this time she chose that part of the pier where I was sitting.
Far back in the deep shade in the corner she did not see me; she did not suspect that any one was near.

I saw her give a hasty look down the pier, but her glance never fell on the corner where I sat.