When he had finished he held the book out to her . `` Helen , will you take this Tennyson from me in remembrance of our friendship and of the Kelpy 's Cave ? I shall never forget that I owe my life to you . '' `` Thank you . '' She took the book and placed a little thread of crimson seaweed that had been caught in the sand between the pages of `` Elaine . '' Then she rose . `` I must go back now . Aunt will need me . Thank you again for the book , Mr. Reeves , and for all your kindness to me . '' Reeves was relieved when the interview was over . Her calmness had reassured him . She did not care very much , after all ; it was only a passing fancy , and when he was gone she would soon forget him . He went away a few days later , and Helen bade him an impassive good-bye . When the afternoon was far spent she stole away from the house to the shore , with her Tennyson in her hand , and took her way to the Kelpy 's Cave . The tide was just beginning to come in . She sat down on the big boulder where Reeves had fallen asleep . Beyond stretched the gleaming blue waters , mellowing into a hundred fairy shades horizonward . The shadows of the rocks were around her . In front was the white line of the incoming tide ; it had almost reached the headlands . A few minutes more and escape would be cut off -- yet she did not move .
When the dark green water reached her , and the lapping wavelets swished up over the hem XXXXX her dress , she lifted her head and a sudden strange smile flashed over her face .
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