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Up and down the beach stretched an unbroken line of wreckage Here and

there, things, humanly shaped, lay prone or supine or twisted into crazy

attitudes So far up the slope beyond the water-line

Others, rolling back in the torrent of the tide, engaged in a ceaseless,

grotesque frolic with the foaht

between rocks and rising shoulder-high above it, a woaze out of her dead eyes straight at their

group Her blonde hair had already dried; it hung in stiff, salt-clogged

rocking between

tedged sea-chests, but concealed by theht ahead, the naked body of a child flashed to

the crest of each wave

All this destruction ran froed a broad bow-shaped expanse of sand, snowy, powdery,

hummocky, netted efts of black seaweed that had dried to a

rattling stiffness To the east, this silvery crescent etation which screened the whole foreground of

the island

The day was perfect and the scene beautiful They had watched the sun