To live--to live! And the perfect morning, so fresh and fair, basking in the light, as though laughing at its own beauty, seemed to whisper, "Why not ?" But now he was out of the water Jonathan turned blue with cold.

He ached all over; it was as though some one was wringing the blood out of him.
And stalking up the beach, shivering, all his muscles tight, he too felt his bathe was spoilt.

He'd stayed in too long..