The lights that glimmered palely across
the harbor were the delusive beacons on some coast of
fairyland. Anne pleased herself with a hundred fancies
as she wandered through the mist. It was
delightful--romantic-- mysterious to be roaming here
alone on this enchanted shore.
But was she alone? Something loomed in the mist before
her--took shape and form--suddenly moved towards her
across the wave-rippled sand.
"Leslie!" exclaimed Anne in amazement. "Whatever are
you doing--HERE--tonight?"
"If it comes to that, whatever are YOU doing here?"
said Leslie, trying to laugh. The effort was a
failure. She looked very pale and tired; but the love
locks under her scarlet cap were curling about her
face and eyes like little sparkling rings of gold.
"I'm waiting for Gilbert--he's over at the Cove. I
intended to stay at the light, but Captain Jim is
away."
"Well, _I_ came here because I wanted to walk--and
walk--and WALK," said Leslie restlessly. "I couldn't
on the rock shore--the tide was too high and the rocks
prisoned me. I had to come here--or I should have gone
mad, I think.
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