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The Sands
OUR school was not situated in the heart of the town: on entering A- from the
north-west there is a row of respectable-looking houses, on each side of the
broad, white road, with narrow slips of garden-ground before them, Venetian
blinds to the windows, and a flight of steps leading to each trim, brass-handled
door. In one of the largest of these habitations dwelt my mother and I, with such
young ladies as our friends and the public chose to commit to our charge.
Consequently, we were a considerable distance from the sea, and divided from it
by a labyrinth of streets and houses. But the sea was my delight; and I would
often gladly pierce the town to obtain the pleasure of a walk beside it, whether
with the pupils, or alone with my mother during the vacations. It was delightful to
me at all times and seasons, but especially in the wild commotion of a rough sea-
breeze, and in the brilliant freshness of a summer morning.
I awoke early on the third morning after my return from Ashby Park - the sun was
shining through the blind, and I thought how pleasant it would be to pass through
the quiet town and take a solitary ramble on the sands while half the world was in
bed. I was not long in forming the resolution, nor slow to act upon it. Of course I
would not disturb my mother, so I stole noiselessly downstairs, and quietly
unfastened the door. I was dressed and out, when the church clock struck a
quarter to six.
There was a feeling of freshness and vigour in the very streets; and when I got
free of the town, when my foot was on the sands and my face towards the broad,
bright bay, no language can describe the effect of the deep, clear azure of the
sky and ocean, the bright morning sunshine on the semicircular barrier of craggy
cliffs surmounted by green swelling hills, and on the smooth, wide sands, and the
low rocks out at sea - looking, with their clothing of weeds and moss, like little
grass-grown islands - and above all, on the brilliant, sparkling waves. And then,
the unspeakable purity - and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to
enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in
motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling,
as if wild with glee. Nothing else was stirring - no living creature was visible
besides myself. My footsteps were the first to press the firm, unbroken sands; -
nothing before had trampled them since last night's flowing tide had obliterated
the deepest marks of yesterday, and left them fair and even, except where the
subsiding water had left behind it the traces of dimpled pools and little running
Refreshed, delighted, invigorated, I walked along, forgetting all my cares, feeling
as if I had wings to my feet, and could go at least forty miles without fatigue, and
experiencing a sense of exhilaration to which I had been an entire stranger since
the days of early youth. About half-past six, however, the grooms began to come