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I left more apologies in course of delivery behind me, and followed this strange creature limping on before me, faster and faster down the slope of the beach. She led me behind some boats, out of sight and hearing of the few people in the fishing-village, and then stopped, and faced me for the first time. "Stand there," she said, "I want to look at you."
The rest was easy enough, and the gods were kind. Charles had even succeeded in getting a month's leave of absence. They were to spend their honeymoon at Zoppot, a little fishing-village hidden in the pines by the Baltic shore, only eight miles from Dantzig, where the Vistula loses itself at last in the salt water.
Anthony is said to have been erected as a thank-offering, after escape from shipwreck, by Norman settlers soon after the Conquest. Beyond Gillan stretches Nare Point, a bold bluff of rock, and a mile lower is the little fishing-village of Porthallow, which is attracting some of the visitors who are now coming increasingly to the Lizard district.
Newlyn remains quaint and fishy, though it has its little Art Gallery and its Rue des Beaux Arts. There are artistic industries also copper repoussé and enamel jewellery; a new Renaissance has come to this Cornish fishing-village its youths and maidens are learning mysteries of beautiful craft which may save them from the deadly inanities of the average British workman.
Lasse looked out once more, and as usual it was Pelle who brought life and joy to the house. Down in the outskirts of the fishing-village there lived a woman, whose husband had gone to sea and had not been heard of for a good many years.
Whole regiments return to the little fishing-village at twilight singing gay songs, followed by the fisher girls. Ah! Mesdames voil
The low-lying shore, the little uniform houses of the fishing-village, and the distant town are all shining in wonderful beauty. Out of the soft mist that hovers on the western horizon a fishing-boat comes gliding now and again. Tacking boldly, it steers towards the harbor. The water roars gaily past its bow as it shoots in through the narrow harbor entrance.
The passage is very uniform, and we saw only flat, bare shores; a group of trees even was a rarity. September 21st. When I came on deck this morning the Sound was far behind us. To the left we had the open sea; on the right, instead of the bleak Schmoland, we had the bleaker Schonen, which was so barren, that we hardly saw a paltry fishing-village between the low sterile hills.
At the very beginning of the straggling fishing-village of Pont du Sable and close by the tawny marsh stands the little stone house of the mayor. The house, like Monsieur le Maire himself, is short and sturdy. Its modest façade is half hidden under a coverlet of yellow roses that have spread at random over the tiled roof as high as the chimney.
She had gold hair, and a rosy face, and the greyhound that followed her was called Iambe." "Where did you meet her?" shrieked the centurion. "In the fishing-village at the foot of the mountain," replied Hermas. "She got into a boat, and away it went!" "Towards the north?" asked the Gaul. "I think so," replied Hermas, "but I do not know, for I was in a hurry, and could not look after her."
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