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someone I had known at school, who would say 'By the way, I saw old Hilda the other day. You rakuten50 remember her,
the one who was so good at tennis. She's married, with two children.' And the bluebells beside us unnoticed, and
the pigeons overhead unheard. I did not want anyone with me. Not even Maxim. If Maxim had been there I
should not be lying as I was now, chewing watch132.html a piece of grass, my eyes shut. I should have been watching him,
watching his eyes, his expression. Wondering if he liked it, if he was bored. Wondering what he was thinking.
Now I could shop265.html relax, none of these things mattered. Maxim was in London. How lovely it was to be alone again.
No, I did not mean that. It was disloyal, wicked. It was not what I meant. Maxim was my life and my world. I got
up from the bluebells and called sharply to Jasper. We set off together down the valley shop298.html to the beach. The tide was
out, the sea very calm and remote. It looked like a great placid lake out there in the bay. I could not imagine it
rough now, any more than I could imagine winter rakuten286.html in summer. There was no wind, and the sun shone on the
lapping water where it ran into the little pools in the rocks. Jasper scrambled up the rocks immediately, glancing
back at me, one ear blown back against his head, giving him an odd rakish appearance.
'Not that way, kakaku146 Jasper,' I said.
He cared nothing for me of course. He loped off, deliberately disobedient. 'What a nuisance he is,' I said aloud,
and I scrambled up the rocks after him, pretending to myself I did not want to go to the other beach. 'Oh, shop101 well,' I
thought, 'it can't be helped. After all, Maxim is not with me. It's nothing to do with
me.'
I splashed through the pools on watch110.html the rocks, humming a tune.
The cove looked different when the tide was out. Less formidable. There was only about three foot of water in
the tiny harbour. A boat would just float there comfortably I supposed, at dead low water. The buoy was still
there. It was painted white and green, I had not noticed that before. Perhaps because it had been raining the
colouring sneaker88.html was indistinct. There was no one on the beach. I walked across the shingle to the other side of the
cove, and climbed the low stone wall of the jetty-arm. Jasper ran on ahead as though it was his custom. There
was a ring in the wall and an iron ladder descending to the water. That's where the dinghy would be tied, I
suppose, and one would climb to it from the ladder. The buoy was just watch30.html opposite, about thirty feet away. There
was something written on it. I craned my neck sideways to read the lettering. 'Je Reviens'. What a funny name.
Not like a boat. Perhaps it had been a French boat though, a fishing boat. Fishing boats sometimes had names
like that; 'Happy Return', 'I'm Here', those sort of names. 'Je Reviens' - 'I come back.' Yes, I suppose it was quite
a good name for a boat. Only it had watch188.html not been right for that particular boat which would never come back again.
It must be cold sailing out there in the bay, beyond the beacon away on the headland. The sea was calm in the
bay, but even today, when it was so still, out there round the headland there was a ripple of white foam on the
surface of the water where the tide was racing. A small boat would heel to the wind when she rounded the
headland and came out of the landlocked bay. The sea would splash inboard perhaps, run down the deck. The
person at the tiller would wipe spray out of her eyes and hair, glance up at the straining mast. I wondered what
colour the boat had been. Green and white perhaps, like the buoy. Not very big, Frank had said, with a little
cabin.
Jasper was sniffing at the iron ladder. 'Come away,' I said. 'I don't want to go in after you.' I went back along the
harbour wall to the beach. The cottage did not seem so remote and sinister at the edge of the wood as it had done
before. The sun made such a difference. No rain today, pattering on the roof. I walked slowly up the beach
towards it. After all, it was only a cottage, with nobody living in it. There was nothing to be frightened of.
Nothing at all. Any place seemed damp and
sinister when it had been uninhabited for a certain time. Even new bungalows and places. Besides, they had
moonlight picnics and things here. Week-end visitors probably used to come and bathe, and then go for a sail in
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the boat. I stood looking into the neglected garden choked with nettles. shop105.html Someone ought watch15 to come and tidy it up.
One of the gardeners. There was no need to leave it like this. I pushed the little gate and went to the door of the
cottage. It was not entirely closed. I was certain I had closed it the last time. Jasper began growling, sniffing
under the door.
'Don't, Jasper,' I said. He went on sniffing deeply, his nose thrust to the crack. I pushed the door open and looked
inside. It was very dark. Like it had been before. Nothing was changed. The cobwebs still clung to the rigging of
the model boats. The door into the boat-store at the end of the room was open though. Jasper growled again, and
there was a sound of something falling. Jasper barked furiously, and darting between my legs into the room he
tore to the open door of the store. I followed him, heart beating, and then stood uncertainly in the middle of the
room. 'Jasper, come back, don't be a fool,' I said. He stood in the doorway, still barking furiously, an hysterical
note in his voice. Something was there then, inside the store. Not a rat. He would have gone for a rat. 'Jasper,
Jasper. Come here,' I said. He would not come. I went slowly to hat46.html the door of the store.
'Is there anybody there?' I said.
No one answered. I bent down to Jasper, putting my hand on his collar, and looked round the edge of the door.
Someone was sitting in watch315 the corner against the wall. Someone who, from his crouching position, was even more