After that he never went out with her without a book -- now one of the poets , now some prose classic . He was surprised by her quick appreciation of and sympathy with the finest passages . Gradually , too , she forgot her shyness and began to talk . She knew nothing of his world , but her own world she knew and knew well . She was a mine of traditional history about the bay . She knew the rocky coast by heart , and every old legend that clung to it . They drifted into making excursions along the shore and explored its wildest retreats . The girl had an artist 's eye for scenery and colour effect . `` You should have been an artist , '' Reeves told her one day when she had pointed out to him the exquisite loveliness of a shaft of light falling through a cleft in the rocks across a dark-green pool at their base . `` I would rather be a writer , '' she said slowly , `` if I could only write something like those books you have read to me . What a glorious destiny it must be to have something to say that the whole world is listening for , and to be able to say it in words that will live forever ! It must be the noblest human lot . '' `` Yet some of those men and women were neither good nor noble , '' said Reeves gently , `` and many of them were unhappy . '' Helen dismissed the subject as abruptly as she always did when the conversation touched too nearly on the sensitive edge of her soul dreams . `` Do you know where I am taking you today ? '' she said . `` No -- where ? '' `` To what the people here call the Kelpy 's Cave . I hate to go there . I believe there is something uncanny about it , but I think you will like to see it .
It is a dark little cave in the curve of a small cove , and on each side the headlands XXXXX rock run far out .
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