She was speeding along the rocky pathway which led to the house.
"Wait, Sisily!" he cried.
A seabird's mournful cry was the only answer.

He glanced irresolutely towards the path, and then retraced his steps towards the edge of the cliffs.
A cold sun dipped suddenly, as though pulled down by a stealthy invisible hand.

The twilight deepened, and in the lengthening shadows the rocks assumed crouching menacing shapes which seemed to watch the solitary figure standing near the edge, lost in thought..