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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

Nor did the capitalist's
regard for Delight, which had steadily been growing, decrease when
viewed from this new angle. The Lees were a proud race and the girl
came justly by the attribute. He was not sure, now that he reflected
on the matter, but that he himself would have scorned the legacy in the
same high-handed fashion. Nevertheless he had not expected this
termination of the interview, had not expected it at all. His recently
acquired relatives were proving themselves interesting persons. Who
would have dreamed that a penniless fisherman's daughter would have
tossed the Lee ducats back into his face?
He laughed to himself when he thought of the paradox. He had always
admired spirit in a woman.
The car rolled on, flashing past swamps of swaying iris bedded deep in
the salt marsh-grass, past tangles of fragrant honeysuckle and garlands
of clinging clematis, and presently shot out into the sunny stretch of
road that like a white ribbon bound the blue waters of the bay. When
it reached the bluff where the sand mounted into green-capped dunes,
patched in their hollows with shadows of violet, it slowed down and
came to a stop before Willie Spence's weathered cottage.


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