It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago.
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