The window of it , small and square-paned , looked seaward , and the moan of the sea and the pipe of the wind sounded there night and day . Paul had many rare shells and seaweeds , curious flotsam and jetsam of shore storms , and he had a small shelf full of books . `` They 're splendid , '' he said enthusiastically . `` Stephen brought me them all . Every time Stephen goes to town to ship his mackerel he brings me home a new book . '' `` Were you ever in town yourself ? '' asked Miss Trevor . `` Oh , yes , twice . Stephen took me . It was a wonderful place . I tell you , when I next met the Twin Sailors it was me did the talking then . I had to tell them about all I saw and all that had happened . And Nora was ever so interested too . The Golden Lady was n't , though -- she did n't hardly listen . Golden people are like that . '' `` Would you like , '' said Miss Trevor , watching him closely , `` to live always in a town and have all the books you wanted and play with real girls and boys -- and visit those strange lands your twin sailors tell you of ? '' Paul looked startled . `` I -- do n't -- know , '' he said doubtfully . `` I do n't think I 'd like it very well if Stephen and Nora were n't there too . '' But the new thought remained in his mind .
It came back XXXXX him at intervals , seeming less new and startling every time .
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