Young Charles Seabohn, coming across the
village in the course of a walking tour, had decided to spend a day
or two exploring the picturesque coast, and Mivanway's father had
hired that year a neighbouring farmhouse wherein to spend his
summer vacation.
Early one morning--for at twenty one is virtuous, and takes
exercise before breakfast--as young Charles Seabohn lay upon the
cliffs, watching the white waters coming and going upon the black
rocks below, he became aware of a form rising from the waves. The
figure was too far off for him to see it clearly, but judging from
the costume, it was a female figure, and promptly the mind of
Charles, poetically inclined, turned to thoughts of Venus--or
Aphrodite, as he, being a gentleman of delicate taste would have
preferred to term her. He saw the figure disappear behind a head-
land, but still waited. In about ten minutes or a quarter of an
hour it reappeared, clothed in the garments of the eighteen-
sixties, and came towards him. Hidden from sight himself behind a
group of rocks, he could watch it at his leisure, ascending the
steep path from the beach, and an exceedingly sweet and dainty
figure it would have appeared, even to eyes less susceptible than
those of twenty.
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