England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction
We went down to the beach. A deep line of shade still extended at the
foot of the cliffs; the sky had not a cloud; the sea lay calm beneath; it
looked one of Nature's happy days. I said so to Cornelius, adding, in the
fulness of my joy, "How kind of Kate to tell you to take me!"
"Yes," he replied, wilfully misunderstanding me, "she always was a good
sister."
"Now, Cornelius, you know very well she did it to please me."
He smiled without looking at me.
"One to please you, Daisy, and a great deal more to please me. You will
ascertain it thus: state that D is to C in K's estimation, what 1 is to
_x_ in figures: then multiply by C (that's me) and divide by D (that's
you), and you will know all about it."
"I don't want to multiply by you and to divide by myself, to know why
Kate told you to take me."
"She's as obstinate as the other one," said Cornelius, stopping short to
look at me.
I replied, "Is she?" and we went on, until a promontory of steep rock
barred our passage.
"We must cross that," I said.
"Humph! Can you manage it, Daisy?"
"Can you, Cornelius?"
He told me I was very saucy. I laughed and ran up the rocks so fast, he
could scarcely overtake me. When we reached the highest peak, we stood
still, and thence looked down on a wild narrow spot below, shut in
between cliff and wave. Long ridges of sharp rocks, stretching out far
into the sea, and impassable when the tide was full, enclosed it on
either side. The cliffs at the back stood steep and perpendicular within
a few yards of the breaking surf, but the strata of earth that ran
through them in slant and undulating lines, gave them a distant and
receding aspect, which, like the glamour of enchantment, vanished with a
closer view; then they suddenly rose on the eye, near, stern, and
threatening. Undermined by the high spring tides, rocks had fallen from
above, and now lay thickly strewn about the beach, as if tossed there by
the sea in angry or sportive mood. From the deep gap thus made in the
cliff descended a narrow stream, which spread on a flat advancing ledge
of rock, fell again a wide and clear stream of sparkling water, into a
basin which itself had made, and thence glided away with a low splash and
faint murmur, through worn-out old stones green with slime, until it lost
itself for ever in the great rush of the wide waters.
We descended silently; when we stood within the enclosed space, Cornelius
said--
"Of all wild and barren spots this is the gem."
"It is sterile, Cornelius, and that is its beauty."
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