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In another few weeks the term of Robin's six months' notice would have expired and they would both be going away from Silverquay. He had heard of several suitable posts, but so far he had not definitely accepted any one of them. Probably within the next fortnight his decision would be made, and Ann realised that leaving Silverquay would be somewhat of a wrench.
The station at Silverquay, as is so often the case at a seaside town, was more or less of a common meeting ground for the inhabitants, and it was quite an unusual thing not to run across some one one knew there, exchanging a library book or purchasing a paper at the bookstall.
I am at present living on board, and at the moment she is anchored in Silverquay bay. Any other questions?" Ann flushed hotly. "I beg your pardon," she said with downcast eyes. "I didn't mean to be inquisitive, only naturally I I rather wondered where you had sprung from. You did arrive somewhat suddenly, you know." "I did," he acquiesced.
Lady Susan had descended on the Cottage the moment the story came to her ears which happened to be on the very day following Coventry's departure from Silverquay. Brett, she vouchsafed, had run up to town unexpectedly for a few days.
Lady Susan chuckled and tried to restrain the Irish terrier's manifest intention of leaping on to her lap. "My dear boy, haven't you learned yet that nothing takes place in a tiny village like Silverquay without everybody's knowing all about it and a little more, too!
They were now approaching the big headland flanking Silverquay harbour, and, as the waters of the bay came into view, Ann's eyes went instinctively to the Sphinx, where she rode at anchor, specklessly clean and shining in the brilliant sunlight.
Throughout the whole time which had elapsed since they had both come to live at Silverquay they had never before been actually alone. By tacit consent they had mutually avoided such a happening, and now, without any possibility of escape, it seemed to Cara that they were suddenly enfolded in a solitude which shut out the rest of the world entirely.
I thought of cool little Silverquay with the nice clean sea washing its doorstep every morning and I bolted. Madame Antoinette has probably been, wringing her hands over my half-completed garments ever since!" She was immensely entertained when Ann acquainted her with the identity of the man who had come to her assistance on the night of the Venetian fete, and chuckled enjoyably. "Poor man!
But now, as the inevitable day of departure drew nearer, Ann found herself face to face with the fact that, although she might leave Silverquay itself behind, memories both sweet and bitter would forever hold out their hands to her from the little sea-girt village. Sometimes she would not be able to evade them.
I do think Fate is a good-natured old thing sometimes. I shall lose you and yet still keep you, Ann. You'll be living quite near me." Ann looked up in surprise. "But you don't live at Silverquay!" she said. "Almost next door, though. My home, White Windows, is in the neighbouring parish Heronsfoot about five miles away, three if you cut across the fields." "Then of course you know this Mr.
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