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.

I rowed myself over the channel in Captain Jim's flat.