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Next day I awoke early and , I presently got me out into the early sunshine and, to n of etting no answer, sather stool where it stood straddled on its three legs I cursed it for its unsightliness and turned htily sorry for myself thus solitary and deserted, and the hurt in ave place to a fretful unease so that Ifor sound of her voice, for soh, but heard only the faint boohty unwilling) caht, saw only a desolation of sea and beach, whereupon, being greatly disquieted, I set out minded to seek her By the ti my wound to throb and itch intolerably, and I very fretful and peevish But as I tramped on and no trace of her I needs ht her dead, whereupon a great and unreasoning panic seized an to run And then, all at once, I spied her She was sitting upon a rock, her head boearily upon her hands, and seeing how her shoulders heaved I knew she was bitterly a-weeping Therefore I stopped, and glancing froure round about upon her desolate surroundings, knew this griht a wave of hot anger swept overreat turtle-shell limped wearily towardsher tear-wet cheeks as she came, "must ye weep, madam, must ye weep?"

"May I not weep, Martin?" says she, head pitifully a-droop "Co of you to come so far! Here is our breakfast, 'tis the best I can find" And she showed me a few poor shellfish

"Give me the turtle-shell!" says I

"Indeed I can bear it very easily, Martin And you so white and haggard--your wound is troubling you Come, let me bathe it--"