dear. 

There were now no tears in her eyes, but a cold, 
dead  at her  ; and she trembled at the slight 
sound she made in closing the gate. 

What a strange, wild evening it was, as she got out- 
side, and turned to cross the moor over to the west ! 
Through a fierce glare of sunset she could see that all 
along the horizon, and high over the mountains of Arran, 
there lay a long wall of dense blue cloud. Underneath 
this the sea lay black ; the wind had not stirred the 
waves into breaking ; and she could only tell that 
the great dark plain moved in lines and lines, as if it 
were silently  over the secrets down in its 
depths. But over this dense wall of cloud lay the wild 
light of the sunset, and long fierce dashes of scarlet and 
gold ; while across the blaze of yellow there drifted 
streaks of pure silver, showing the coming of a storm. 
And up here on the moor the stretches of dry gray 
grass which alternated with brown patches of heather 
had, as it were, caught  ; and the blowing and gusty 
light of the west burned along those bleak slopes until 
the eye was dazzled and pained by the . Even in 
the far east the clouds had a blush of pink over them, 
with