The moor and rocks were draped in black, and the only sounds which reached him were the disconsolate wail of the wind and the savage break of the sea on the rocks below.

He looked at his wife.
She had started tossing her hands again at some spectral invisible thing in the shadowy night.

She was quite mad--there could be no doubt of that.
He endeavoured to lead her back to her seat by the fireside, but she broke away from him with surprising strength, and again her voice rang out-- "Go away ...

go away! You can't come in.

I won't let you in.