Mrs.Le Page, struggling to avoid an overhanging branch, stepped into the mud; one foot stuck there, and it needed Mr.
Cole's strong arm to pull her out of it.
"Charlotte! Charlotte!" she cried.

"Don't let Charlotte step into that! Mr.Cole! Mr.Cole! I charge you--my child!" Charlotte was conveyed across, but the damage was done.

One of Mrs.Le Page's beautiful shoes was thick with mud.
When, therefore, the party, climbing out of the Lane, came suddenly upon the path leading down to the Cove, with the sea, like a blue cloud in front of them, no one exclaimed at the view.

It was a very beautiful view--one of the finest of its kind in the United Kingdom, the high rocks closing in the Cove and the green hills closing in the rocks.

On the hill to the right was the Rafiel Old Church, with its graveyard that ran to the very edge of the cliff, and behind the Cove was a stream and a green orchard and a little wood.