She even caught such a homely sound as the violent slamming of the door she had left unlatched behind her; and summoning up all her courage, which was not small when she was released from her first surprise, she stepped firmly backward till she felt the rail strong again under her clutch.
Then she turned resolutely and retraced her steps along the bridge and so across the plateau to the house whose light had acted as a beacon to her whenever the door blew wide enough to let the one inner beam be seen.
When she was inside again, she lingered for a long time in the darkening hall, her slight form and whitened head leaning against the wall in a desolation such as few hearts know.

Then something within the woman flared up in a rekindled flame, and she passed quickly into the room where she had left her lamp burning; and blowing it out, she threw herself down on a couch and tried to sleep.
An hour later the moon shone in upon her pale features and wild, staring eyes upturned to meet it.

Then it vanished, and she and the whole house were given up again to darkness.
She had forgotten to eat, though the cupboards, in this well-stored house, were quite full.
XXVI THE FACE IN THE WINDOW "Is this the place ?" "According to our instructions, yes.

The first house after the first turn to the right.

We took the first turn, and this is the first house.
Romantic situation, eh?
But a bit lonesome for a city chap?
Shall I help you down ?" While talking, Sweetwater, who was already in the road, held up his elbow to Mr.Gryce, who slowly descended.