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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
pleasandy tepid, and small, languid rip- ples 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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