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We heard the musical drip drip of the paddle, and the little wash of our waves on the shore, and then suddenly we found ourselves at the opening of the lagoon again, having made the complete circuit of our home. WE HEARD THE MUSICAL DRIP DRIP OF THE PADDLE AND THE LITTLE WASH OF OUR WAVES ON THE SHORE AND THEN SUDDENLY WE FOUND OURSELVES AT THE OPENING OF THE LAGOON AGAIN HAVING MADE THE COMPLETE CIRCUIT OF OUR HOME
r own, some quality that she had hitherto ignored and that the routine of town life had kept buried out of sight. The only thing that seemed difficult to explain was the fear she had spoken of, and this I hoped the wholesome effects of camp-life and exercise would sweep away naturally in the course of time. We made the tour of the island without speaking. It was all too beautiful for speech. The trees crowded down to the shore to hear us pass. We saw their fine dark heads, bowed low with splendid dignity to watch us, forgetting for a moment that the stars were caught in the needled network of their hair. Against the sky in the west, where still lingered the sunset gold, we saw the wild toss of the horizon, shaggy with forest and cliff, gripping the heart like the motive in a symphony, and sending the sense of beauty all a-shiver through the mind—all these surrounding islands standing above the water like low clouds, and like them seeming to post along silently into the engulfing night. S PERSONALITY AND HER OWN SOME QUALITY THAT SHE HAD HITHERTO IGNORED AND THAT THE ROUTINE OF TOWN LIFE HAD KEPT BURIED OUT OF SIGHT THE ONLY THING THAT SEEMED DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN WAS THE FEAR SHE HAD SPOKEN OF AND THIS I HOPED THE WHOLESOME EFFECTS OF CAMP LIFE AND EXERCISE WOULD SWEEP AWAY NATURALLY IN THE COURSE OF TIME WE MADE THE TOUR OF THE ISLAND WITHOUT SPEAKING WAS ALL TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR SPEECH THE TREES CROWDED DOWN TO THE SHORE TO HEAR US PASS WE SAW THEIR FINE DARK HEADS BOWED LOW WITH SPLENDID DIGNITY TO WATCH US FORGETTING FOR A MOMENT THAT THE STARS WERE CAUGHT IN THE NEEDLED NETWORK OF THEIR HAIR AGAINST THE SKY IN THE WEST WHERE STILL LINGERED THE SUNSET GOLD WE SAW THE WILD TOSS OF THE HORIZON SHAGGY WITH FOREST AND CLIFF GRIPPING THE HEART LIKE THE MOTIVE IN A SYMPHONY AND SENDING THE SENSE OF BEAUTY ALL A SHIVER THROUGH THE MIND ALL THESE SURROUNDING ISLANDS STANDING ABOVE THE WATER LIKE LOW CLOUDS AND LIKE THEM SEEMING TO POST ALONG SILENTLY INTO THE ENGULFING NIGHT
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