Cragswoman

Nothing at all resembling a path appeared, but Lady Darcy had travelled in search of the picturesque, and was no contemptible “cragswoman.”

“You are no cragswoman, Lady,” said Blanch, stopping abruptly beneath a part of the cliff which seemed to the stranger’s unpractised ken more precipitous than at any other part, “else would I advise our climbing this somewhat steep ascent—there was a path here once, and could I find it ’twould save much time, whilst should we be pursued they will scarce think that you would venture.[…]”

[…]but I shall go in the yawl of Captain Ashley’s sloop, which crosses in the morning, too early for young cragswomen like you to be astir.