I sat down on a boulder on the verge of the low cliffs that bound the plateau to the north.

Thence I looked down into the wooded valley of a stream, where no foot came.

In the mood I was in, it was even touching to behold the place untenanted; it lacked Olalla; and I thought of the delight and glory of a life passed wholly with her in that strong air, and among these rugged and lovely surroundings, at first with a whimpering sentiment, and then again with such a fiery joy that I seemed to grow in strength and stature, like a Samson.
And then suddenly I was aware of Olalla drawing near.

She appeared out of a grove of cork-trees, and came straight towards me; and I stood up and waited.

She seemed in her walking a creature of such life and fire and lightness as amazed me; yet she came quietly and slowly.