The first morning I noticed a white object on the rocks , about half a mile away , and turned my glass on it . There -- apparently within a stone 's throw of me -- was a young man . He was lounging on a rock , looking dreamily out to sea . There was something about his face that reminded me of someone I know , but I can not remember whom . Every morning he has reappeared on the same spot . He seems to be a solitary individual , given to prowling by himself . I wonder what Aunt would say if she knew what I am so earnestly watching through my glass at times . July Eleventh . I shall have to cease looking at the Unknown , I am afraid . This morning I turned my glass , as usual , on his pet haunt . I nearly fell over in my astonishment , for he was also looking through a spyglass straight at me , too , it seemed . How foolish I felt ! And yet my curiosity was so strong that a few minutes afterward I peeped back again , just to see what he was doing . Then he coolly laid down his glass , rose , lifted his cap and bowed politely to me -- or , at least , in my direction . I dropped my glass and smiled in a mixture of dismay and amusement . Then I remembered that he was probably watching me again , and might imagine my smile was meant for him . I banished it immediately , shut my glass up and did not touch it again . Soon after we came home . July Twelfth . Something has happened at last .
Today I went XXXXX the shore as usual , fully resolved not even to glance in the forbidden direction .
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