Then, with the mantle of ermine falling from her shoulders, and her beautiful hair covering her as a veil, she left her chamber, passed softly along the passage, found the winding stair, and mounted to the ramparts.
As she stepped out from the turret stairway, she exclaimed at the sublime beauty of the scene before her; the sleeping world at midnight, bathed in the silvery light of the moon; the shadows of the firs, lying like black bars across the road to the Castle gate.
"There I watched him ride away," she said, with a sweep of her arm toward the road, "watched, until the dark woods swallowed him.

And here"-- with a sweep toward the turret--"here, we parted." She turned; then caught her breath.
Leaning against the wall with folded arms, stood Hugh..