She thought his coming mysterious , for she was sure he had not come along the sand , and the tide was too high for him to have come past the other headland . Yet there he was , sitting on a red sandstone boulder , with his bare , bronzed , shapely little legs crossed in front of him and his hands clasped around his knee . He was not looking at Miss Trevor but at the sunset -- or , rather , it seemed as if he were looking through the sunset to still grander and more radiant splendours beyond , of which the things seen were only the pale reflections , not worthy of attention from those who had the gift of further sight . Miss Trevor looked him over carefully with eyes that had seen a good many people in many parts of the world for more years than she found it altogether pleasant to acknowledge , and she concluded that he was quite the handsomest lad she had ever seen . He had a lithe , supple body , with sloping shoulders and a brown , satin throat . His hair was thick and wavy , of a fine reddish chestnut ; his brows were very straight and much darker than his hair ; and his eyes were large and grey and meditative . The modelling of chin and jaw was perfect and his mouth was delicious , being full without pouting , the crimson lips just softly touching , and curving into finely finished little corners that narrowly escaped being dimpled . His attire was a blue cotton shirt and a pair of scanty corduroy knickerbockers , but he wore it with such an unconscious air of purple and fine linen that Miss Trevor was tricked into believing him much better dressed than he really was . Presently he smiled dreamily , and the smile completed her subjugation . It was not merely an affair of lip and eye , as are most smiles ; it seemed an illumination of his whole body , as if some lamp had suddenly burst into flame inside of him , irradiating him from his chestnut crown to the tips of his unspoiled toes . Best of all , it was involuntary , born of no external effort or motive , but simply the outflashing of some wild , delicious thought that was as untrammelled and freakish as the wind of the sea . Miss Trevor made up her mind that she must find out all about him , and she stepped out from the shadows of the rocks into the vivid , eerie light that was glowing all along the shore . The boy turned his head and looked at her , first with surprise , then with inquiry , then with admiration . Miss Trevor , in a white dress with a lace scarf on her dark , stately head , was well worth admiring . She smiled at him and Paul smiled back . It was not quite up to his first smile , having more of the effect of being put on from the outside , but at least it conveyed the subtly flattering impression that it had been put on solely for her , and they were as good friends from that moment as if they had known each other for a hundred years . Miss Trevor had enough discrimination to realize this and know that she need not waste time in becoming acquainted . `` I want to know your name and where you live and what you were looking at beyond the sunset , '' she said . `` My name is Paul Hubert . I live over there .
And I ca n't tell just what I saw XXXXX the sunset , but when I go home I 'm going to write it all in my foolscap book . ''
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