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| The tide had withdrawn almost completely, leaving the sand of the beach flat, except for where stones and other debris stood. Here the sand had been hollowed out on the seaward side in the shape of a plunging comet's tail. The same pattern had formed round washed-up jelly-fish, with their delicate lilac traceries of innards. The Atlantic roared continuously on to the rocks at the point. At four o'clock the two Brothers in buttoned black soutanes moved across the beach. They had come from the Home, set like a fortress on the cliff above the point. They walked the hard flat sand, talking. |
