When I heard these words, a light began to fall upon the figure I had seen following them, some hours ago. 'It's a poor wurem, Mas'r Davy, said Ham, 'as is trod under foot by all the town. Up street and down street. The mowld o' the churchyard don't hold any that the folk shrink away from, more. 'Did I see her tonight, Ham, on the sand, after we met you? 'Keeping us in sight? said Ham.