Show me your cousin's path.' 'He would go sure-foot along that little ledge,' said Nance, pointing as she spoke; 'then out through the breach and down by yonder buttress.

It is easier coming back, of course, because you see where you are going.
From the buttress foot a sheep-walk goes along the scarp--see, you can follow it from here in the dry grass.

And now, sir,' she added, with a touch of womanly pity, 'I would come away from here if I were you, for indeed you are not fit.' Sure enough Mr.Archer's pallor and agitation had continued to increase; his cheeks were deathly, his clenched fingers trembled pitifully.

'The weakness is physical,' he sighed, and had nearly fallen.

Nance led him from the spot, and he was no sooner back in the tower-stair, than he fell heavily against the wall and put his arm across his eyes.