She must be Sissy Cameron.
No other girl could have been at Turrifs Station the night I saw her there.

She _is_ Sissy Cameron." (His voice grew fiercer.) "She must have turned her father's hearse into a vehicle for her own tricks; and what's more, she must, with the most deliberate cruelty, have kept the knowledge of her safety from poor Bates all these months." "Stay, stay!" cried Sophia, for his voice had grown so full of anger against the girl that he could hardly pour out the tale of her guilt fast enough.

"Where did you meet her?
What was she like ?" "I met her ten minutes ago, walking on this road.

She was a great big buxom girl, with a white face and red hair; perhaps people might call her handsome.

I pulled up and stared at her, but she went on as if she didn't see me.