She called again and again as she climbed the low cliffs, or went down into a gully, or descended to the river.

Her eyes rolled about with a sinister expression, now flashing up with brilliant gleams, now becoming obscured like the sky on a stormy night; it might be said that the light of reason was flickering and about to be extinguished.
Again returning to her hut, she sat down on the mat where she had lain the night before.

Raising her eyes, she saw a twisted remnant from Basilio's camisa at the end of the bamboo post in the _dinding_, or wall, that overlooked the precipice.

She seized and examined it in the sunlight.

There were blood stains on it, but Sisa hardly saw them, for she went outside and continued to raise and lower it before her eyes to examine it in the burning sunlight.