She had lain awake for the most part of the night, thinking about him and the strayed Herdwicks while she listened to the gale.

Now and then Lucy went to the door and looked up the dale to the glimmering line of foam that marked the spot where Bleatarn beck came down.

A path followed the water-side, but she could not see men or sheep in the gloom, and if Kit did not come soon he would be too late.
Railton sat gloomily by the fire.

He had had rheumatic fever, and the damp cold racked his aching joints; besides, there was nothing for him to do.

He had called in his neighbors to value his flock, but he knew, to a few pounds, what their judgment would be.