She was only a few yards from the door, but lacked the courage to rise and fly. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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