第66页 End of chapter iv

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He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and youg and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the sea-hearvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures of children and girls and voices childish and girlish in the air. A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out ot sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird.