So we'll be under Hoar Head at five tomorrow morn with the pack-horses.

I wish we could be earlier, for the sun rises thereabout, but the tide will not serve before.' It was at that moment that I felt a cold touch on my shoulders, as of the fresh air from outside, and thought beside I had a whiff of salt seaweed from the beach.

So round I looked to see if door or window stood ajar.
The window was tight enough, and shuttered to boot, but the door was not to be seen plainly for a wooden screen, which parted it from the parlour, and was meant to keep off draughts.

Yet I could just see a top corner of the door above the screen and thought it was not fast.

So up I got to shut it, for the nights were cold; but coming round the corner of the screen found that 'twas closed, and yet I could have sworn I saw the latch fall to its place as I walked towards it.