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It's just a strip of sand between two rocky spurs, with a line of rushes at the back,
along the tide line. At four o'clock the sun wasn't too hot, but the water was
pleasantly tepid, and small, languid ripples were creeping up the sand. Marie
It was like a furnace outside, with the sunlight splintering into flakes of fire on the
sand and sea. We walked for quite a while, and I had an idea that Raymond had
a definite idea where he was going; but probably I was mistaken about this.
There was the same red glare as far as eye could reach, and small waves were
lapping the hot sand in little, flurried gasps. As I slowly walked toward the
boulders at the end of the beach I could feel my temples swelling under the
impact of the ...
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