“I’ll be best wi’ Marget,” Agnes heard him say, and almost at once she heard him say it again. She watched him until he was through the garden gate, but he never once looked back. Out of the sea-window she saw the tide come in. “_Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast ... nothing but well and fair._” PRINTED BY WILLIAM BRENDON AND SON, LTD. PLYMOUTH, ENGLAND