She bent over her work again, and in another moment had forgotten it.

But the heat, with the dazzling reflection from the cliff, forced her to suspend her gardening, and stroll along the beach to the extreme limit of her domain.

Here she looked after the cow that had also strayed away through the tangled bush for coolness.

The goats, impervious to temperature, were basking in inaccessible fastnesses on the cliff itself that made her eyes ache to climb.

Over an hour passed, she was returning, and had neared her house, when she was suddenly startled to see the figure of a man between her and the cliff.