I will try.' 'What can you see ?' 'The sloping common.' 'What upon it ?' 'Purple heather and some grass.' 'Nothing more--no man or human being of any kind ?' 'Nobody.' 'Now try to get higher in this way.

You see that tuft of sea-pink above you.

Get that well into your hand, but don't trust to it entirely.

Then step upon my shoulder, and I think you will reach the top.' With trembling limbs she did exactly as he told her.

The preternatural quiet and solemnity of his manner overspread upon herself, and gave her a courage not her own.