asked Miss Lennox curiously . `` Indeed , he is . He is n't any more like the rest of the shore men than you are . He 's queer , of course . I do n't believe he 's happy . It seems to me he 's worrying over something , but I 'm sure it is nothing wrong . Here we are , '' she added , as they passed the sand hills and came out on the long , level beach . To their left the shore curved around in a semi-circle of dazzling whiteness ; at their right stood a small grey fish-house . `` That 's Young Si 's place , '' said Agnes . `` He lives there night and day . Would n't it make anyone melancholy ? No wonder he 's mysterious . I 'm going to get his spyglass . He told me I might always use it . '' She pushed open the door and entered , followed by Ethel . The interior was rough but clean . It was a small room , lighted by one tiny window looking out on the water . In one corner a rough ladder led up to the loft above . The bare lathed walls were hung with fishing jackets , nets , mackerel lines and other shore appurtenances . A little stove bore a kettle and a frying pan .
A low board table was strewn with dishes and the cold remnants XXXXX a hasty repast ; benches were placed along the walls .
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