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Updated: May 1, 2025
My eyes were quite blind with it. 'Twas good up here and funny to see everything from so high up, so endlessly far! And the people were no bigger than tiny tadpoles! Just under my dormer-window came a path, a white sand-path winding from behind the house and then running forwards to the horizon in a line straight as an arrow.
When the wives had done eating, they stood up and went. When they had gone some little way, they turned round again and cried against the wind: "It's going to be fine to-day, Ivo!" "And warm!" piped the farmer's wife. "Beautiful weather!" They went down the sand-path, each wending her own way home.
"Tamara," said Mrs. Hardcastle, when they were safely descending the further sand-path, with no unclothed young giant in view, "did you see there was a man in that chair? What a dreadful person to be lying on the balcony undressed!" "I never noticed," said Tamara, without a blush. "I am surprised at you having looked, Millie when this view is so fine."
Their visit had only been of four short weeks, and now it was December 27, and home and husband called her. For Tamara's part, she could do as she pleased; indeed, for two pins she would have stayed on in Egypt. But that was not the intention of fate! "Do let us go up that sand-path, Millicent," she said, when they turned out of the hotel gate.
Of their number, Christmas Night, A Pipe or no Pipe, On Sundays and The End have appeared in the Fortnightly Review, which was the first to give Stijn Streuvels the hospitality of its pages; In Early Winter and White Life in the English Review; The White Sand-path in the Illustrated London News; An Accident in Everyman; and Loafing in the Lady's Realm.
As, the sweet tones floated down the cliff Jim turned lazily to smile up at the speaker, and, raising his heavy basket of quahaugs, came leisurely up the steep sand-path, which seemed to shrink from his weight at every step: "Wal', Sairy, I wa'n't a-thinkin' much o' the water: I was a-thinkin' o' thee, an' o' what fayther said a little spell ago." "What was that, Jim?"
He pointed with his rose to a large white building, whose dazzling walls showed here and there through the masses of trees to the left, where a little raised sand-path with flattened, sloping sides wound away into a maze of shadows diapered with gold. "Let us go down that path," Domini said almost in a whisper. The spell of the place was descending upon her.
After long looking, I saw something, very far off; it came so slowly, so softly, like a thing that grows, and those two little black patches grew into two romping schoolboys, who, rolling and leaping along, came running down the white sand-path and, at last, disappeared in the bend behind the gable-end. Then, for another long while, nothing more, nothing but sand, green and sunshine.
Presently she asked him: "Are you ever coming back?" He looked at her in surprise, then laughed. "Of course. What are you thinking?" "That perhaps you will not come back, that perhaps the desert will keep you." "And my garden?" She looked out across the tiny sand-path and the running rill of water to the great trees stirred by the cool breeze of dawn. "It would miss you."
"They have a proverb here, 'Meet before dawn part not till dawn. They see into the future in a few drops of water in any hollow thing. Well, good-night" and before she could answer he was off beyond the hotel up the road and then turning to the right on a sand-path, galloped out of sight into what must be the vast desert. Where on earth could he be going to? possibly the devil if one knew.
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