Notes - (VERSO)

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forgive my baby if she’d lived, no matter how bad she was, or what she did. The minister told me that but I couldn’t believe it. I know it now. And He sent you here tonight, boy, to tell it to me in a way that I could feel it.“

VIII

Naomi Clark died just as the dawn came up over the sea. Mr. Leonard rose from his watch at her bedside and went to the door. Before him spread the harbor, gray and austere in the faint light, but afar out the sun was rending asunder the milk-white mists in which the sea was scarfed, and under it was a virgin glow of sparkling water.