It took but a short five minutes to reach the jetty, crawling like some gigantic, damaged, many-legged insect out over the smooth gleaming water.
Instead of the legal twopence, Damaris dropped a couple of shillings into Daddy Proud's eager hand--with a queenly little air; and, without waiting for his thanks, swung herself up on to the black planking and turned to go down the sand-strewn wooden steps.
"Pleased to fetch 'e back, Miss, any hour you like to name," Proud called after her, standing up and fingering the shillings with one hand while with the other he steered the boat's side away from the slippery weed-grown piles.
"Thank you, I don't quite know when I shall be back," she answered over her shoulder.
For her main desire was to get quit of his unpleasant neighbourhood.

She would go for a long walk by the coast-guard path across the sand-hills, right out to Stone Horse Head.

Would stay out till sundown, in the hope that by then Jennifer might have seen fit to exchange the manly joys of ratting for his more prosaic duties at the ferry, and so save her from further association with his displeasing deputy.
But, the ridge of the Bar reached, other thoughts and impulses took possession of her.

For the sea this afternoon showed an infinitely beguiling countenance.

Not as highway of the nations, still less as violent and incalculable, holding cruelties of storm and tempest in its heart, did it present itself to her view; but rather as some gentle, softly inviting and caressing creature decked forth in the changeful colours of a dove's neck and breast.