The hillock was about fifty yards from the top of the cliffs, and by day it apparently commanded a full view of the bay.

There was light enough in the sky to show her disguised figure against it when she reached the top, where she paused, and afterwards sat down.

Stockdale, not wishing on any account to alarm her at this moment, yet desirous of being near her, sank upon his hands and knees, crept a little higher up, and there stayed still.
The wind was chilly, the ground damp, and his position one in which he did not care to remain long.

However, before he had decided to leave it, the young man heard voices behind him.

What they signified he did not know; but, fearing that Lizzy was in danger, he was about to run forward and warn her that she might be seen, when she crept to the shelter of a little bush which maintained a precarious existence in that exposed spot; and her form was absorbed in its dark and stunted outline as if she had become part of it.