She remembered how she had taken him to see old Sam Barlow, and how he had protested that Sam in no wise resembled the strange-looking old man of the Fell.

And now here, close to the Fell, was a face and figure which in every detail resembled that ancient stranger whom Hammond had described so graphically.
It was very strange.

Could this person be the same her lover had seen two months ago?
And, if so, had he been living at Fellside all the time; or was he only an occasional visitor of Steadman's?
While she stood for a few moments meditating thus, the old man raised his head and looked up at her, with eyes that burned like red-hot coals under his shaggy white brows.

The look scared her.

There was something awful in it, like the gaze of an evil spirit, a soul in torment, and she began to move away, with side-long steps, her eyes riveted on that uncanny countenance.
'Don't go,' said the man, with an authoritative air, rattling his bony fingers upon the bench.