She stood motionless, her resolve wavering before the onslaught of
doubts and questions. Was she doing the right thing? Might her actions
not only do them both further injury? These thoughts interlaced with a
raw, gut-level fear for her own safety.
Yet strong as these forebodings were, there lived inside her something
stronger: the love of a single man. The thought of Michael alone and
in pain, was more than she could bear. She took the final steps, and
stood on the sloping ground just beyond..... It.
The ravine opened before her, its steep sides leading down to the
flatted heath below: a narrow vale of silvered grass, withered shrubs
and speckled stone, here and there marked by solitary trees which rose
up from the wreathing fog like pillars in a flood. The same fitful
breeze which had carried it from the sea beyond, moved the vapory
shroud across the scene in ghostly patterns: here and again clearing
an open stage, only to wrap it once more in its cloak of white
invisibility.
But this she took in with her eyes only. More acutely than any other
sense, she felt
the Stone behind her, a glowering menace, an evil force aware of her
presence.
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