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Updated: June 27, 2025
Vashti's talk was of the birds, for in all Brefar the spot best worth visiting is Merriman's Head, where the birds congregate in their thousands cormorants, curlews, whimbrels, gulls and kittiwakes, oyster-catchers, sandpipers these all the year round and in early summer the razorbills and sea parrots.
Far below the Commandant could see a light glimmering, drawing faint twinkles from the wet rock around him. Just beneath him he could hear Vashti's hands rhythmically catching at the rungs down, down.... Once his feet slipped from the staves, and he hung for a moment by his hand-grip only.
She was in the act of mounting upon a flat tombstone which lay close in the wall's shadow. A panel of light streamed from the window directly above, and fell on Vashti's face as she drew herself erect upon the slab and leaned forward, her fingers resting on the granite mullions; but a light not derived from this shone in her eyes a moment later.
Some way below a footfall sounded, on the track leading to the watch-house -the footfall of Beesley. A stone, dislodged by his tread, trickled and fell over the cliff into night. "Curious!" remarked Mr. Rogers, confidentially, to the Commandant, twenty minutes later, as they stood and peered into the darkness after Vashti's boat. Of the folk upon 'em I see next to nothing.
The Commandant had started fiercely enough to climb the hill, but by the time he reached the bend of the hill where stood the cottage which had been Vashti's home he was drawing difficult breath. Indeed, he was on the point of setting down his load and resting when, as he turned the corner, he came full upon Mrs. Banfield, the good wife of the present occupier, in conversation with Mrs.
And I won't be afraid, like Jan here, and run away from a little noise." "You wait till you get there before you boast," advised Linnet. But Vashti's eyes, resting on the boy, grew tender of a sudden. "The way through to the mainland?" she said, musingly. "Matthew Henry is right.
Vashti's sobbing had grown small and ceased; he wondered if she had fallen asleep. Presently, however, he saw her face raised a face still shining with tears. She saw that he was watching her, and crouched low again.
Ann's, from Brefar ahead of them, came wafted the sound of bells, far and faint, ringing to church, and the murmuring water in the boat's wake seemed to take up Vashti's laugh and echo it reproachfully, as she checked herself with a glance at her companion's face, which also was reproachful and sternly set, but with a slight twitch at the corners of the mouth to betray it.
"Vashti's a little beast, I think," the head girl observed when the message was delivered.
But to neglect them, and to be willing to mix them up with civilian clothes, are two very different things. Perhaps you did not think of this?" "Really, now," answered Sir Cæsar, "I should not have supposed that it mattered what these men wore, in such an out-of-the-world spot." Vashti's eyes rested on him for a second or two, in a kind of wondering despair at his obtuseness.
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