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Beyond rose Brefar, with its lower cliffs in twilight, its rounded upper slopes one shining green. Vashti had kilted her gown higher and helped the two girls to pin up their short skirts. All had taken off their shoes and stockings, for here and there a shallow channel must be waded.
One might as well ask how long the sandpipers and oyster-catchers had bred on their separate grounds under the north slope of the cliffs towards Brefar. Was he, perhaps, descended from these Island kings? Tregarthen would not have given sixpence to discover.
Merriman's Head, in truth, is itself an islet, being cut off from Brefar by a channel, scarcely eight feet wide, through which the seas rush darkly with horrible gurglings. The cleft goes down sheer, and was cut, they say, with one stroke of a giant's sword. Beyond it the headland rises grim and stark a very Gibraltar of the birds, that roost in regiments on its giddy ledges.
If her song had words, they were foreign words; but whether articulate or not it was beautiful beyond all human compass or so at least it seemed to the children, whose experience rested, to be sure, on the congregational efforts of Brefar Church. It rose and sank upon the swell of the tide.
They had planned to take their dinner wrapped in their handkerchiefs and climb to the old tombs on the hill overlooking Brefar, then to play at being Aztecs, from hints which Annet had dug out of an old History of Mexico on her mother's bookshelf, and at hiding treasure from the Spaniards, whose ships were to come sailing through the Off Islands.
"And are you really Queen Zenobia?" "Come and see," said Vashti, rising. "The sands are bare between us and Brefar, and if Linnet is brave enough we will take a boat and she shall be shown the cave where Jan's father caught the mermaid." "But we must get back again," objected Annet. "I will see that you get back again." "The sands may not be safe."
Cannot you see what time and trouble you'll be saving yourself let alone the children when you're comfortably settled on Brefar and within half-a-mile of a handy school?" "Yes," said Tregarthen again. His eyes met the Lord Proprietor's without servility as without disrespect, but with a kind of patient wonder. "Well, then" Sir Cæsar turned to Mr.
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