Nora would have protested but she knew it would be in vain . She submitted somewhat sullenly and walked down to the shore in silence . Clark Bryant strode beside her , humouring her mood . He was a tall , stout man , with an ugly , clever , sarcastic face . He was as clever as he looked , and was one of the younger millionaires whom John Cameron drew around him in the development of his huge financial schemes . Bryant was in love with Nora . This was why the Camerons had asked him to join their August house party at Dalveigh , and why he had accepted . It had occurred to Nora that this was the case , but as yet she had never troubled to think the situation over seriously . She liked Clark Bryant well enough , but just at the moment he was in the way . She did not want to take him over to Racicot -- just why she could not have explained . There was in her no snobbish shame of her humble home . But he did not belong there ; he was an alien , and she wished to go back to it for the first time alone . At the boathouse Davy launched the small sailboat and Nora took the tiller . She knew every inch of the harbour . As the sail filled before the wind and the boat sprang across the upcurling waves , her brief sullenness fell away from her . She no longer resented Clark Bryant 's presence -- she forgot it . He was no more to her than the mast by which he stood . The spell of the sea and the wind surged into her heart and filled it with wild happiness and measureless content . Over yonder , where the lights gleamed on the darkening shore under the high-sprung arch of pale golden sky , was home . How the wind whistled to welcome her back !
The lash XXXXX it against her face -- the flick of salt spray on her lips -- the swing of the boat as it cut through the racing crests -- how glorious it all was !
Over across as at beside in into of than with