Lucy and the East Clif

Mina Murray's journal, 14th August. On the East Clif, reading and writing all day. Lucy seems to have become as much in love with the spot as I am. She appeared to be looking over at our own seat where on was a dark figure seated alone. It seemed for an instant as if the stranger had great eyes like burning flames,. but a second look to spell the illusion. A bright moonlight so bright that though the front of our part of the crescent was in shadow everything could be well seen. Her head lying up against the side of the window sill and her eyes shut. There is a drawn haggard look under her eyes which I do not