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clearly he saw this; but it was as if her arms and all of her body were slipping slowly, slowly<br />

down from him, into the pool, to be carried away out to sea: and her face looking up, her lost face<br />

with beseeching eyes, and dark, wet hair possessed, haunted, tortured him!<br />

<br />

could<br />

think, was; shrank; <br />

would be, would make. <br />

<br />

<br />

He got up at last, scaled the low rock-cliff, and made his way down into a sheltered<br />

cove. Perhaps in the sea he could get back his control-lose this fever! And stripping off his clothes,<br />

he swam out. He wanted it all himnself so that nothing mattered and swam recklessly, fast<br />

and far: then suddenly, for no reason, felt afraid. Suppose he could not reach shore againsuppose<br />

the current set him out or he got cramp, like Hol<strong>lida</strong>y! He turned to swim in. The red<br />

cliffs looked a long way off. If he were drowned they would find his clothes. The Hol<strong>lida</strong>ys<br />

would know; but Megan perhaps never they took no newspaper at the farm.<br />

got up, scaled,<br />

made <br />

(could get back). <br />

(swam out). mattered<br />

swam. turned) (would find,<br />

took).<br />

And in that moment of unreasoning fear he vowed he would not have her on his mind. Then his<br />

fear left tim; he swam in easily enough, dried himself in the sun, and put on his clothes. His heart<br />

felt sore, but no longer ached; his body cool and refreshed.<br />

<br />

to vow, to leave, to swim, to dry, to put on. <br />

to feel, to ache.<br />

When one is as young as Ashurst, pity is not a violent emotion. And, back in the<br />

Hol<strong>lida</strong>ys' sitting-room, eating a ravenous tea, he felt much like a man recovered from fever.<br />

Everything seemed new and clear; the tea, the buttered toast and jam tasted absurdly good;<br />

tobacco had never smelt to nice. And walking up and down the empty room, he stopped here and<br />

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