I lived straight ahead, with the sheep for two years.
Rhoda.
Hesitating.
Did you ever see anything again?
Michaelis.
No.—But twice—I heard a voice.
Rhoda.
What kind of a voice?
Michaelis.
The first time it came at night. I was walking on the top of the mountain, in a stony place. It—it was like a wind among the stones.