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Very small waves tumbled softly on the sand. The sea was sown with stars, and everywhere breathed and pulsed the beauty of the northern summer night. I confess I speedily lost consciousness of the human presences beside me, and I have little doubt Joan did too. VERY SMALL WAVES TUMBLED SOFTLY ON THE SAND THE SEA WAS SOWN WITH STARS AND EVERYWHERE BREATHED AND PULSED THE BEAUTY OF THE NORTHERN SUMMER NIGHT I CONFESS I SPEEDILY LOST CONSCIOUSNESS OF THE HUMAN PRESENCES BESIDE ME AND I HAVE LITTLE DOUBT JOAN DID TOO
y distressed me for him. And Joan herself, with wide staring eyes, alert, full of the new forces of the place, evidently keyed up by the magic of finding herself among all the things her soul recognised as "home," sat rigid by the fire, her thoughts roaming through the spaces, the blood stirring about her heart. She was as unconscious of the Canadian's gaze as she was that her parents both slept. She looked to me more like a tree, or something that had grown out of the island, than a living girl of the century; and when I spoke across to her in a whisper and suggested a tour of investigation, she started and looked up at me as though she heard a voice in her dreams. Sangree leaped up and joined us, and without waking the others we three went over the ridge of the island and made our way down to the shore behind. The water lay like a lake before us still coloured by the sunset. The air was keen and scented, wafting the smell of the wooded islands that hung about us in the darkening air. OT HIDE AND THAT REALLY DISTRESSED ME FOR HIM AND JOAN HERSELF WITH WIDE STARING EYES ALERT FULL OF THE NEW FORCES OF THE PLACE EVIDENTLY KEYED UP BY THE MAGIC OF FINDING HERSELF AMONG ALL THE THINGS HER SOUL RECOGNIZED AS HOME SAT RIGID BY THE FIRE HER THOUGHTS ROAMING THROUGH THE SPACES THE BLOOD STIRRING ABOUT HER HEART SHE WAS AS UNCONSCIOUS OF THE CANADIAN'S GAZE AS SHE WAS THAT HER PARENTS BOTH SLEPT SHE LOOKED TO ME MORE LIKE A TREE OR SOMETHING THAT HAD GROWN OUT OF THE ISLAND THAN A LIVING GIRL OF THE CENTURY AND WHEN I SPOKE ACROSS TO HER IN A WHISPER AND SUGGESTED A TOUR OF INVESTIGATION SHE STARTED AND LOOKED UP AT ME AS THOUGH SHE HEARD A VOICE IN HER DREAMS SANGREE LEAPED UP AND JOINED US AND WITHOUT WAKING THE OTHERS WE THREE WENT OVER THE RIDGE OF THE ISLAND AND MADE OUR WAY DOWN TO THE SHORE BEHIND THE WATER LAY LIKE A LAKE BEFORE US STILL COLOURED BY THE SUNSET THE AIR WAS KEEN AND SCENTED WAFTING THE SMELL OF THE WOODED ISLANDS THAT HUNG ABOUT US IN THE DARKENING AIR
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