He was hungry for something which he had small hope of finding....

And then a wind seemed to blow out-of-doors and the world darkened down to evening.

But her eyes pierced the gloaming easily, and she saw very plain the figure of a man.
He was sitting hunched up, with his chin in his hands, gazing into vacancy.

Without surprise she recognised something in his face that was her own.

He wore the kind of hunter's clothes that old folk had worn in her childhood, and a long gun lay across his knees.