At the base of this rocky promontory a multitude of great boulders lay scattered, some quite large and jagged, others insignificant in size.
Upon one of the smaller stones, well up the slope, sat the figure of the woman he had drugged from the sea and whom he had hated with his last conscious breath.

Her head was lying against the sheer wall that ran up alongside, and he could tell that she was staring out toward the sea, which roared against the rocks so close by that the spray must have reached her feet.

The distance to this rock was fully three hundred yards.

There was a fascination about her loneliness that held him immovable for a long time.

Finally he struggled to a sitting posture, faint and dizzy.