THE WINDOWpeered and looked. They kept their heads verylow, and said things shortly and gruffly. PaulRayley searched like a madman all about the rockwhere they had been sitting. All thisp /botherabout a brooch really didn't do at all, Andrewthought, as Paul told him to make a "thoroughsearch between this point and that". The tide wascoming in fast. The sea would cover the placewhere they had sat in a minute. There was not aghost of a chance of their finding it now. "Weshall be cut off!" Minta shrieked, suddenlyterrified. As if there were any danger of that!It was the same as the bulls all over again—she hadno control over her emotions, Andrew thought.Women hadn’t. The wretched Paul had topacify her. The men (Andrew and Paul at oncebecame manly, and different from usual) tookcounsel briefly and decided that they would plantRayley’s stick where they had sat and come backat low tide again. There was nothing more thatcould be done now. If the brooch was there, itwould still be there in the morning, they assuredher, but Minta still sobbed, all the way up to thetop of the cliff. It was her grandmother’s brooch;she would rather have lost anything but that[∧], /andyet Nancy felt, it might be all true that she[%]minded losing her brooch, but she wasn’t cryingonly for that. She was crying for something else.121
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