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"It is fortunate I am a good sailor," she told herself, somewhat ruefully.
The driver was a large man in a yellow linen duster. He was not
especially communicative--save to his horses. He told them frankly what
he thought of them on several occasions! But "city folks" were evidently
no novelty for him. As he put Louise and her baggage into the vehicle he
had asked:
"Who you cal'latin' to stop with, miss?"
"I am going to Mr. Abram Silt's," Louise had told him.
"Oh! Cap'n Abe. Down on the Shell Road. I can't take ye that
fur--ain't allowed to drive beyond the tavern. But 'tain't noways a fur
walk from there."
He expressed no curiosity about her, or her business with the Shell Road
storekeeper. That surprised Louise a little. She had presumed all these
people would display Yankee curiosity.
It was not a long journey by stage, for which she was thankful. The
noonday sun was hot and the interior of the turnout soon began to take on
the semblance of a bake-oven. They came out at last on a wind-swept
terrace and she gained her first unobstructed view of the ocean.


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