Her hand indicated the line of savage cliffs, the tossing sea, the screaming birds, the moors beyond the rocks.
"Perhaps you will come back here again some day," he replied.
She made no answer.

He drew closer, so close that she shrank back and turned away.
"I must go now," she hurriedly said.
"Stay, Sisily," he said.

"I want to speak to you.

It may be the final opportunity--the last time we shall be alone together here." She hesitated, walking with slower steps and then stopping.

As he did not speak she broke the silence in a low tone-- "What do you wish to say to me ?" "Are you sorry you are leaving Cornwall ?" he hesitatingly began.
She made a slight indifferent gesture.