I believe it empties itself not far off, in a silver thread of water, over a cascade of great height.' 'Why do you load yourself with that heavy telescope ?' 'To look over the sea with it,' she said faintly.
'I'll carry it for you to your journey's end.' And he took the glass from her unresisting hands.

'It cannot be half a mile further.

See, there is the water.' He pointed to a short fragment of level muddy-gray colour, cutting against the sky.
Elfride had already scanned the small surface of ocean visible, and had seen no ship.
They walked along in company, sometimes with the brook between them--for it was no wider than a man's stride--sometimes close together.

The green carpet grew swampy, and they kept higher up.
One of the two ridges between which they walked dwindled lower and became insignificant.

That on the right hand rose with their advance, and terminated in a clearly defined edge against the light, as if it were abruptly sawn off.