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THE WINDOWso she leapt splashing through the shallow waves onto the shore and ran up the beach and was carried byher own impetuosity and her desire for rapid move-ment right behind a rock and there oh heavens! ineach other’s arms were Paul and Minta! kissing prob-ably. She was outraged, indignant. She and Andrewput on their shoes and stockings in dead silence with-out saying a thing about it. Indeed they were rathersharp with each other. She might have called himwhen she saw the crayfish or whatever it was, An-drew grumbled. However, they both felt, it’s not ourfault. They had not wanted this horrid nuisance tohappen. All the same it irritated Andrew that Nancyshould be a woman, and Nancy that Andrew shouldbe a man, and they tied their shoes very neatly anddrew the bows rather tight.

It was not until they had climbed right up on tothe top of the cliff again that Minta cried out thatshe had lost her grandmother’s brooch — her grand-mother’s brooch, the sole ornament she possessed —a weeping willow, it was (they must remember it)set in pearls. They must have seen it, she said, withthe tears running down her cheeks, the brooch whichher grandmother had fastened her cap with till thelast day of her life. Now she had lost it. She wouldrather have lost anything than that! She would goback and look for it. They all went back. They pokedand peered and looked. They kept their heads verylow, and said things shortly and gruffly. Paul Rayleysearched like a madman all about the rock where theyhad been sitting. All this pother about a brooch reallydidn’t do at all, Andrew thought, as Paul told himto make a ‘thorough search between this point and91