Chapter I.
"For wild, or calm, or far or near, I love thee still, thou glorious sea." --Mrs. Hemans. "I bless thee for kind looks and words Shower‘d on my path like dew, For all the love in those deep eyes, A gladness ever new." --Mrs. Hemans.
It is late in the afternoon of a delicious October day； the woods back of the two cottages where the Dinsmores, Travillas and Raymonds have spent the last three or four months are gorgeous with scarlet, crimson and gold； the air from the sea is more delightful than ever, but the summer visitors to the neighboring cottages and hotels have fled, and the beach is almost deserted, as Edward and his child-wife wander slowly along it, hand in hand, their attention divided between the splendors of a magnificent sunset and the changing beauty of the sea； yonder away in the distance it is pale gray； near at hand delicate green slowly changing to pink, each wave cr

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