She MUST see her father ; she MUST have his blessing on her new life . A sudden determination took possession of her whole being -- a determination to sweep aside all conventionalities and objections as if they had not been . It was now almost dark . The guests would not be coming for half an hour yet . It was only fifteen minutes ' walk over the hill to the Cove . Hastily Rachel shrouded herself in her new raincoat , and drew a dark , protecting hood over her gay head . She opened the door and slipped noiselessly downstairs . Mrs. Spencer and her assistants were all busy in the back part of the house . In a moment Rachel was out in the dewy garden . She would go straight over the fields . Nobody would see her . It was quite dark when she reached the Cove . In the crystal cup of the sky over her the stars were blinking . Flying flakes of foam were scurrying over the sand like elfin things . A soft little wind was crooning about the eaves of the little gray house where David Spencer was sitting , alone in the twilight , his violin on his knee . He had been trying to play , but could not . His heart yearned after his daughter -- yes , and after a long-estranged bride of his youth . His love of the sea was sated forever ; his love for wife and child still cried for its own under all his old anger and stubbornness . The door opened suddenly and the very Rachel of whom he was dreaming came suddenly in , flinging off her wraps and standing forth in her young beauty and bridal adornments , a splendid creature , almost lighting up the gloom with her radiance . `` Father , '' she cried , brokenly , and her father 's eager arms closed around her .
Back in the house she had left , the guests were coming XXXXX the wedding .
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