Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 5, June 1905

CHAPTER II.

The beach at Wolfshead was pebbly, with rocks thrown untidily about and ridges of blackened seaweed marking the various encroachments of the tide. Stephen brushed the top of a low bowlder with his handkerchief and invited Deena to sit down.

"You would be more comfortable," he said, "if Ben would come with the cushions."

"I am quite co...