Out of the Past — page 124: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 121 do you? You'll give me a drop of coffee to keep me ina order, eh? You’ve taken it out of me, straight enough.” She ordered coffee in the summer-house, which was sheltered just enough from the warm, summer rain and their téte-a-téte continued for another hour longer before Jack Danforth went back to town, begging to come again. That night Rose dreamed of home. She was awakened by the rumble of a carriage over the hard sand further up on the beach. All night the carriage rolled and rum- bled over the downs, and the morning found her tired and spiritless. The rain has ceased, leaving the beach honey- combed with pools, in which the scurrying clouds of the clearing storm were reflected in soft miniature, and the sea, away to the offing, rolled long and slow, hardly rising to a whitecap. It all seemed unnatural. The house looked ghastly. There was no talking wind along the sands. Gulls beat about over the sea for bits of floatage, breaking the still- ness with harsh cries. Everywhere gray and white tired the eye with subdued glare. Rose ventured out, hoping to find a breeze somewhere. As she walked over the oozing sand a man approached, head down, and she recognized Robert Dinsmore with a sort of fright. Huis face was pale when he came up. “May I see you, Miss Lloyd?” EORNICLOOOKS»€©