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The way to the shore descended from the bank on which the house was perched to a walk above the water planted eeping s Through their veil Archer caught the glint of the Lime Rock, with its white-washed turret and the tiny house in which the heroic light-house keeper, Ida Leas living her last venerable years Beyond it lay the flat reaches and ugly govern northward in a shirowth of oaks, and the shores of Conanicut faint in the sunset haze

Fro in a sort of pagoda-like suainst the rail, her back to the shore Archer stopped at the sight as if he had waked from sleep That vision of the past was a dream, and the reality hat awaited him in the house on the bank overhead: was Mrs Welland's pony-carriage circling around and around the oval at the door, was May sitting under the sha with secret hopes, was the Welland villa at the far end of Bellevue Avenue, and Mr Welland, already dressed for dinner, and pacing the drawing-room floor, watch in hand, with dyspeptic impatience--for it was one of the houses in which one always knew exactly what is happening at a given hour

"What aure at the end of the pier had notat the bay furroith the co-craft and the trailing black coal-barges hauled by noisy tugs The lady in the surey bastions of Fort Ada up into a thousand fires, and the radiance caught the sail of a catboat as it beat out through the channel between the Lime Rock and the shore Archer, as he watched, re Ada Dyas's ribbon to his lips without her knowing that he was in the roouessed Shouldn't I know if she came up behind me, I wonder?" he mused; and suddenly he said to himself: "If she doesn't turn before that sail crosses the Li out on the receding tide It slid before the Lime Rock, blotted out Ida Lewis's little house, and passed across the turret in which the light was hung Archer waited till a wide space of water sparkled between the last reef of the island and the stern of the boat; but still the figure in the summer-house did not move