The Seaboard Parish Volume 3 by George MacDonald
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hurt me sharply on the leg; and I found, on searching, that one of the
large flat stones that lay for coping on the top of the wall was on the grass beside me. If it had struck me straight, it must have broken my leg. There came a little lull in the wind, and just as I turned to go into the house again, I thought I heard a gun. I stood and listened, but heard nothing more, and fancied I must have been mistaken. I returned and tapped at the door; but I had to knock loudly before they heard me within. When I went up to the drawing-room, I found that Percivale had joined our party. He and Turner were talking together at one of the windows. "Did you hear a gun?" I asked them. "No. Was there one?" "I'm not sure. I half-fancied I heard one, but no other followed. There will be a good many fired to-night, though, along this awful coast." "I suppose they keep the life-boat always ready," said Turner. "No life-boat even, I fear, would live in such a sea," I said, remembering what the officer of the coast-guard had told me. "They would try, though, I suppose," said Turner. "I do not know," said Percivale. "I don't know the people. But I have seen a life-boat out in as bad a night--whether in as bad a sea, I cannot tell: that depends on the coast, I suppose." We went on chatting for some time, wondering how the coast-guard had fared |
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