Seth did not ask a question and was so trustful and unsuspecting that Brown decided his secret was undiscovered.

In fact, the lightkeeper was so innocent that the young man felt almost wicked, as if he were deceiving a child.

He very nearly forgot the meeting behind the sand dune, having other and much more important things to think of.
July passed, and the first three weeks of August followed suit.

The weather, which had been glorious, suddenly gave that part of the coast a surprise party in the form of a three days' storm.

It was an offshore gale, but fierce, and the lighthouse buildings rocked in its grasp.
Bathing was out of the question, and one of Seth's dories broke its anchor rope and went to pieces in the breakers.