My mind's unquiet, sometimes, that's all." She snatched her hand off my shoulder, and suddenly pointed down to the quicksand.

"Look!" she said "Isn't it wonderful?
isn't it terrible?
I have seen it dozens of times, and it's always as new to me as if I had never seen it before!" I looked where she pointed.

The tide was on the turn, and the horrid sand began to shiver.

The broad brown face of it heaved slowly, and then dimpled and quivered all over.

"Do you know what it looks like to ME ?" says Rosanna, catching me by the shoulder again.