She had changed into dungarees herself and kept her hair as it was. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. Don't you see they're putting on their cloaks?" "That's false!" rejoined Marvel, in a low tone; "I perceive what has taken place.
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