[Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte]@TWC D-Link bookAgnes Grey CHAPTER XXIV--THE SANDS 2/7
I was not long in forming the resolution, nor slow to act upon it.
Of course I would not disturb my mother, so I stole noiselessly downstairs, and quietly unfastened the door.
I was dressed and out, when the church clock struck a quarter to six.
There was a feeling of freshness and vigour in the very streets; and when I got free of the town, when my foot was on the sands and my face towards the broad, bright bay, no language can describe the effect of the deep, clear azure of the sky and ocean, the bright morning sunshine on the semicircular barrier of craggy cliffs surmounted by green swelling hills, and on the smooth, wide sands, and the low rocks out at sea--looking, with their clothing of weeds and moss, like little grass-grown islands--and above all, on the brilliant, sparkling waves. And then, the unspeakable purity--and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee.
Nothing else was stirring--no living creature was visible besides myself.
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