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〃That seems hard；〃 he observed sympathetically。 〃It seems odd to
hear you talk like that； too。 Your life； surely； ought to be
pleasant enough。〃
She looked away from the sea into his face。 Although the genuine
interest which she saw there and the kindly expression of his eyes
disarmed annoyance； she still stiffened slightly。
〃Why ought it？。〃
The question was a little bewildering。
〃Why； because you are young and a girl；〃 he replied。 〃It's natural
to be cheerful； isn't it？〃
〃Is it？〃 she answered listlessly。 〃I cannot tell。 I have not had
much experience。〃
〃How old are you？〃 he asked bluntly。
This time it certainly seemed as though her reply would contain
some rebuke for his curiosity。 She glanced once more into his
face； however； and the instinctive desire to administer that
well…deserved snub passed away。 He was so obviously interested；
his question was asked so naturally； that its spice of
impertinence was as though it had not existed。
〃I am twenty…one；〃 she told him。
〃And how long have you lived here？
〃Since I left boarding…school； four years ago。〃
〃Anywhere near where I am going to bury myself for a time； I wonder？〃
he went on。
〃That depends；〃 she replied。 〃Our only neighbours are the
Lorneybrookes of Market Burnham。 Are you going there？〃
He shook his head。
〃I've got a little shanty of my own；〃 he explained； 〃quite close to
St。 David's Station。 I've never even seen it yet。〃
She vouchsafed some slight show of curiosity。
〃Where is this shanty； as you call it？〃 she asked him。
〃I really haven't the faintest idea；〃 he replied。 〃I am looking
for it now。 All I can tell you is that it stands just out of reach
of the full tides； on a piece of rock； dead on the beach and about
a mile from the station。 It was built originally for a coastguard
station and meant to hold a lifeboat； but they found they could
never launch the lifeboat when they had it； so the man to whom all
the foreshore and most of the land around here belongs … a Mr。
Fentolin； I believe … sold it to my father。 I expect the place has
tumbled to pieces by this time； but I thought I'd have a look at it。〃
She was gazing at him steadfastly now； with parted lips。
〃What is your name？〃 she demanded。
〃Richard Hamel。〃
〃Hamel。〃
She repeated it lingeringly。 It seemed quite unfamiliar。
〃Was your father a great friend of Mr。 Fentolin's； then？〃 she asked。
〃I believe so； in a sort of way；〃 he answered。 〃My father was Hamel
the artist； you know。 They made him an R。A。 some time before he
died。 He used to come out here and live in a tent。 Then Mr。
Fentolin let him use this place and finally sold it to him。 My
father used often to speak to me about it before he died。〃
〃Tell me；〃 she enquired； 〃I do not know much about these matters；
but have you any papers to prove that it was sold to your father
and that you have the right to occupy it now when you choose？〃
He smiled。
〃Of course I have；〃 he assured her。 〃As a matter of fact； as none
of us have been here for so long； I thought I'd better bring the
title…deed； or whatever they call it； along with me。 It's with the
rest of my traps at Norwich。 Oh； the place belongs to me； right
enough！〃 he went on； smiling。 〃Don't tell me that any one's pulled
it down； or that it's disappeared from the face of the earth？〃
〃No；〃 she said； 〃it still remains there。 When we are round the next
curve； I think I can show it to you。 But every one has forgotten；
I think； that it doesn't belong to Mr。 Fentolin still。 He uses it
himself very often。〃
〃What for？〃
She looked at her questioner quite steadfastly； quite quietly；
speechlessly。 A curious uneasiness crept into his thoughts。 There
were mysterious tbings in her face。 He knew from that moment that
she； too； directly or indirectly； was concerned with those strange
happenings at which Kinsley had hinted。 He knew that there were
things which she was keeping from him now。
〃Mr。 Fentolin uses one of the rooms as a studio。 He likes to paint
there and be near the sea；〃 she explained。 〃But for the rest； I do
not know。 I never go near the place。〃
〃I am afraid；〃 he remarked； after a few moments of silence； 〃that I
shall be a little unpopular with Mr。 Fentolin。 Perhaps I ought to
have written first； but then； of course； I had no idea that any one
was making use of the place。〃
〃I do not understand；〃 she said； 〃how you can possibly expect to
come down like this and live there； without any preparation。〃
〃Why not？ 〃
〃You haven't any servants nor any furniture nor things to cook with。〃
He laughed。
〃Oh！ I am an old campaigner；〃 he assured her。 〃I meant to pick up
a few oddments in the village。 I don't suppose I shall stay very
long； anyhow； but I thought I'd like to have a look at the place。
By…the…by； what sort of a man is Mr。 Fentolin？〃
Again there was that curious expression in her eyes； an expression
almost of secret terror； this time not wholly concealed。 He could
have sworn that her hands were cold。
〃He met with an accident many years ago；〃 she said slowly。 〃Both
his legs were amputated。 He spends his life in a little carriage
which he wheels about himself。〃
〃Poor fellow！〃 Hamel exclaimed； with a strong man's ready sympathy
for suffering。 〃That is just as much as I have heard about him。
Is he a decent sort of fellow in other ways？ I suppose； anyhow；
if he has really taken a fancy to my little shanty； I shall have
to give it up。〃
Then； as it seemed to him； for the first time real life leaped into
her face。 She leaned towards him。 Her tone was half commanding；
half imploring； her manner entirely confidential。
〃Don't！〃 she begged。 〃It is yours。 Claim it。 Live in it。 Do
anything you like with it； but take it away from Mr。 Fentolin！〃
Hamel was speechless。 He sat a little forward； a hand on either
knee； his mouth ungracefully open； an expression of blank and
utter bewilderment in his face。 For the first time he began to
have vague doubts concerning this young lady。 Everything about
her had been so strange： her quiet entrance into the carriage；
her unusual manner of talking； and finally this last passionate；
inexplicable appeal。
〃I am afraid；〃 he said at last； 〃I don't quite understand。 You
say the poor fellow has taken a fancy to the place and likes being
there。 Well； it isn't much of a catch for me； anyway。 I'm rather
a wanderer； and I dare say I shan't be back in these parts again
for years。 Why shouldn't I let him have it if he wants it？ It's
no loss to me。 I'm not a painter； you know； like my father。〃
She seemed on the point of making a further appeal。 Her lips； even；
were parted； her head a little thrown back。 And then she stopped。
She said nothing。 The silence lasted so long that he became almost
embarrassed。
〃You will forgive me if I am a little dense； won't you？〃 he begged。
〃To tell you the truth；〃 he went on； smiling； 〃I've got a sort of
feeling that I'd like to do anything you ask me。 Now won't you
just explain a little more clearly what you mean； and I'll blow
up the old place sky high； if it's any pleasure to you。〃
She seemed suddenly to have