It was deserted now, and left to the unobstructed sweep of the wind and rain.

Mrs.Tucker would not have chosen this road.

With the instinctive jealousy of a bucolic inland race born by great rivers, she did not like the sea; and again the dim and dreary waste tended to recall the vision connected with her husband's flight, upon which she had resolutely shut her eyes.

But when she had reached it the road suddenly turned, following the trend of the beach, and she was exposed to the full power of its dread fascinations.

The combined roar of sea and shore was in her ears; as the direct force of the gale had compelled her to furl the protecting hood of the buggy to keep the light vehicle from oversetting or drifting to leeward, she could no longer shut out the heaving chaos on the right from which the pallid ghosts of dead and dying breakers dimly rose and sank as if in awful salutation.