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They hurried away stealthily. Outside they found themselves in the cold, the bitter wind, and the miserable, agitated night. They began to run hand-in-hand. From the height of the cliff-path, one could imagine, without seeing it, the furious open sea, whence arose all this hubbub.
Covering her face with her hands, she reeled back, and Karen fled down the path, hearing a clamour of sobs and outcries behind her. She fled along the cliff-path and an incomparable horror was in her soul. Her life had been struck from her. It seemed a ghost that ran, watched by the moon, among the trees. On the open cliff-path it was very light. The sky was without a cloud.
The moon would not be up for an hour yet, but the nor'-westerly breeze had blown the sky clear of clouds. The stars bright as always when the wind sets over the Islands from that quarter lent a pale radiance by which Sir Ommaney managed to steer his way, and at a fair pace, beside his more expert companion, and the Commandant, when they reached the cliff-path, lent him a hand.
Margaret's," explained Mrs. Medhurst, "and we have been taking a stroll along the cliff-path. It began to get too dangerous, so we climbed a fence and cut across somebody's ploughed field, and then through a common, till at last we got on to this road. And now we're wending our steps homeward. You, Morgan, I suppose, are wandering after the labours of the day?"
Many a time they came to portions of the cliff-path which were so narrow that Jim thought it would be impossible to get any farther, but they managed it somehow; the mules stepping along as though they had been used to that kind of road all their lives, as, indeed, they very probably had.
And once it comes up like that the way to the cliff-path is under water in less than thirty seconds. And the quicksand is the only chance left." He paused; it was as if the rock halted for a moment on the edge of the precipice before plunging finally into the abyss of silence below. "When there's a ground swell," he said, "the quicksand will pull a man down quicker than hell.
And there behind the gables of the farm, an autumn sunset focussed its softness into a brilliant blaze of color. Later when life was kind and peace was in his heart, Kenny was to paint that picture with exquisite truth and restraint and call it "Afterglow." At the flutter of a cloak on the cliff-path he slipped behind the willow.
Petersburg, they were known to her. After lunch he and Karen started on their walk. It had been a morning of white fog and the mist still lay thickly over the sea, so that from the high cliff-path, a clear, pale sky above them, they looked down into milky gulfs of space.
"Oh, man, stop croaking!" Dick said with weary irritation and went away down the hill. He took the cliff-path though the night was dark with storm-clouds. Somehow, instinctively, his feet led him thither. There were no nightingales singing now, and the gorse had long since faded in the fierce heat of summer. The sea lay leaden far below him, barely visible in the dimness.
Someone had begun to mount the cliff-path, and though he was out of sight he heard a low, summoning whistle in the darkness. It was Dicky's whistle. He knew it well. Dicky was coming to look for him. For a second every pulse every nerve leaped to answer that call.
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