They came there regularly every eveningdrawn by some need. It was as if the waterfloated oH' and set sailing thoughts which hadgrown stagnant on dry land, and gave to theirbodies even some sort of physical relief. First,the pulse of colour Hooded the bay with blue,and the heart expanded with it and the bodyswam, only the next instant to be checked andchilled by the prickly blackness on the rufliedwaves. Then, up behind the great black rock,almost every evening spurted irregularly, so thatone had to watch for it and it was a delight whenit came, a fountain of white water; and then,while one waited for that, one watched, on thepale semicircular beach, wave after wave sheddingagain and again smoothly a film of mother—ofpearl.

They both smiled, standing there. They bothfelt a common hilarity, excited by the movingwaves; and then by the swift cutting race of asailing boat, which, having sliced a curve in thebay, stopped; shivered; let its sail drop down; andthen, with a natural instinct to complete thepicture, after this swift movement, both of themlooked at the dunes far away, and instead ofmerriment felt come over them some sadnessbecause the thing was completed partly, andpartly because distant views seem to outlast

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