20/27 Sky, and roofs on roofs, and in the street below toy figures, pedestrians. "Come back--come back to breathable air! Now what's to be done--what's to be done ?" After some moments he turned and picked up the letter upon the floor and read it twice. In memory and in imagination he could see the fishing-town, the inn there, the dunes, the ocean beach fretted by the long, incoming wave. Perhaps and most probably, this very bright afternoon, the laird of Glenfernie waited for him there, pacing the sands, perhaps, watching the comers to the inn door.... |