She would not care ! At her gate Paul held out his hand . `` Well , good-bye , Joan . I 'm sailing tomorrow so I wo n't see you again -- not for years likely . You will be some sober old married woman when I come back to Prospect , if I ever do . '' `` Good-bye , '' said Joan steadily . She gave him her cold hand and looked calmly into his face without quailing . She had loved him with all her heart , but now a fatal scorn of him was already mingling with her love . He was what they said he was , a scamp without principle or honour . Paul whistled himself out of the Shelley lane and over the hill . Then he flung himself down under the spruces , crushed his face into the spicy frosted ferns , and had his black hour alone . But when Captain Alec 's schooner sailed out of the harbour the next day , Paul King was on board of her , the wildest and most hilarious of a wild and hilarious crew . Prospect people nodded their satisfaction . `` Good riddance , '' they said . `` Paul King is black to the core . He never did a decent thing in his life . '' A Soul That Was Not at Home There was a very fine sunset on the night Paul and Miss Trevor first met , and she had lingered on the headland beyond Noel 's Cove to delight in it . The west was splendid in daffodil and rose ; away to the north there was a mackerel sky of little fiery golden clouds ; and across the water straight from Miss Trevor 's feet ran a sparkling path of light to the sun , whose rim had just touched the throbbing edge of the purple sea . Off to the left were softly swelling violet hills and beyond the sandshore , where little waves were crisping and silvering , there was a harbour where scores of slender masts were nodding against the gracious horizon . Miss Trevor sighed with sheer happiness in all the wonderful , fleeting , elusive loveliness of sky and sea .
Then she turned to look back at Noel 's Cove , dim and shadowy in the gloom XXXXX the tall headlands , and she saw Paul .
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