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ound the yacht the expanse of coast and Shallows seemed to await, unmoved, the coming of utter darkness. The dinner was over a long time ago and the patient stewards had been waiting, stoical in the downpour of words like sentries under a shower. Mrs. Travers rose nervously and going aft began to gaze at the coast. Behind her the sun, sunk already, seemed to force through the mass of waters the glow of an unextinguishable fire, and below her feet, on each side of the yacht, the lustrous sea, as if reflecting the colour of her eyes, was tinged a sombre violet hue. D'Alcacer came up to her with quiet footsteps and for some time they leaned side by side over the rail in silence. Then he said--"How quiet it is!" and she seemed to perceive that the quietness of that evening was more profound and more significant than ever before. Almost without knowing it she murmured--"It's like a dream." Another long silence ensued; the tranquillity of the universe had such an August ampleness that the sounds remained on the lips as if checked by the fear of profanation. The sky was limpid like a diamond, and under the last gleams of sunset the night was spreading its veil over the earth. There was something precious and soothing in the beautifully serene end of that expiring day, of the day vibrating, glittering and ardent, and dying now in infinite peace, without a stir, without a tremor, without a sigh--in the certitude of resurrection. Then all at once the shadow deepened swiftly, the stars came out in a crowd, scattering a rain of pale sparks upon the blackness of the water, while the coast stretched low down, a dark belt without a gleam. Above it the top-hamper of the brig loomed indistinct and high. Mrs. Travers spoke first. "How unnaturally quiet! It is like a desert of land and water without a living soul." "One man at least dwells in it," said d'Alcacer, lightly, "and if he is to be believed there are other men, full of evil intentions." "Do you think it is true?" Mrs. Travers asked. Before answering d'Alcacer tried to see the expression of her face but the obscurity was too profound already. "How can one see a dark truth on such a dark night?" he said, evasively. "But it is easy to believe in evil, here or anywhere else." She seemed to be lost in thought for a while. "And that man himself?" she asked. After some time d'Alcacer began to speak slowly. "Rough, uncommon, decidedly uncommon of his kind. Not
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