Miss Cornelia personated the comedy that ever peeps around the corner at the tragedy of life . Anne , whose nerves had been rather strained , laughed hysterically , and even Owen smiled . Certainly , sentiment and passion had a way of shrinking out of sight in Miss Cornelia 's presence . And yet to Anne nothing seemed quite as hopeless and dark and painful as it had seemed a few moments before . But sleep was far from her eyes that night . CHAPTER 27 ON THE SAND BAR Owen Ford left Four Winds the next morning . In the evening Anne went over to see Leslie , but found nobody . The house was locked and there was no light in any window . It looked like a home left soulless . Leslie did not run over on the following day -- which Anne thought a bad sign . Gilbert having occasion to go in the evening to the fishing cove , Anne drove with him to the Point , intending to stay awhile with Captain Jim . But the great light , cutting its swathes through the fog of the autumn evening , was in care of Alec Boyd and Captain Jim was away . `` What will you do ? '' asked Gilbert . `` Come with me ? '' `` I do n't want to go to the cove -- but I 'll go over the channel with you , and roam about on the sand shore till you come back . The rock shore is too slippery and grim tonight . '' Alone on the sands of the bar Anne gave herself up to the eerie charm of the night . It was warm for September , and the late afternoon had been very foggy ; but a full moon had in part lessened the fog and transformed the harbor and the gulf and the surrounding shores into a strange , fantastic , unreal world of pale silver mist , through which everything loomed phantom-like . Captain Josiah Crawford 's black schooner sailing down the channel , laden with potatoes for Bluenose ports , was a spectral ship bound for a far uncharted land , ever receding , never to be reached .
The calls of unseen gulls overhead were the cries XXXXX the souls of doomed seamen .
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