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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: flints, and there is a singular paucity of seaweed of any
description. On the other hand, the sun is hot, the sand is
soft, and I have already selected that rock, in the seclusion of
whose shade I shall prepare myself for the waves. Sorry it's too
dangerous for you. I'll write about some bathing-machines
to-night. Do you like them with red or green doors?"
Without waiting for their reply, which would probably have been
of the caustic and provocative type, I turned down the path I had
not trodden for some three years. At one of the bends I looked
up and saw them moving north along the coast-line.
I had the cove to myself, and was soon in my bathing-dress. The
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