It was first at Turrifs Station, far enough away from here; and I saw it again in this house.

As sure as I'm alive, I believe it was a woman." They stood on the verge of the field where the grass sloped back from the river.

Sophia held the little child's hand in hers.

The dusk was gathering, and still they talked on, she questioning and exclaiming with animation, he eager to enter the house again, a mutual interest holding their minds as one.
He began to move again impatiently.

He wanted a candle with which to search the rooms more carefully, and if nothing was found, he said, he would go to the village and make what inquiries he could; he would leave no stone unturned.
Sophia would not let him go alone.