It is always damp on the shore after sunset . Here , Snuffy , give me my mackerel . Thank you . I 'm ready now , Miss Lennox . '' They reached the lane before Agnes remembered to ask the question Ethel dreaded . `` Oh , did you see Young Si ? And what do you think of him ? '' Ethel turned her face away and answered with studied carelessness . `` He seems to be quite a superior fisherman so far as I could see in the dim light . It was very dusky there , you know . Let us walk a little faster . My shoes are quite wet . '' When they reached home , Miss Lennox excused herself on the plea of weariness and went straight to her room . * * * * * Back at the shore Young Si had recovered himself and stooped again to his work . His face was set and expressionless . A dull red burned in each bronzed cheek . He threw out the mackerel mechanically , but his hands trembled . Snuffy strolled over to the boat . `` See that handsome girl , Si ? '' he asked lazily .
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