EVENING
Her gaze wandered in the same weary, proscrastinating manner to a picturesque row of old-fashioned houses on the western side of the little harbour. Some of the time-mellowed habitations had lights in their rooms; and the rays from their windows fell upon stone steps leading down into the rushing tide, and upon quite a fleet of small rowing-boats that rocked up and down in the darkness. Above the roofs of these houses rose the grassy promontory known locally as the Nothe...
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