1 was the first day of August, midsummer, and only fiw the afternoon, but on foggy days an evening chill me early to the bay. The three visitors--a man, aman, and a young girl--were expected; a mufflec ;ure in denim pants and a gray sweater was waiting al e wharf to take them across to Wyndom Island. He traduced himself briefly and spared a comment on the .~ather. Here, on the Maine coast, weather was not lall talk--that was evident in the tone of his voice. \"Day shut up like a clam soon s the fog came in,\" he [d them. \"The folks were worried you wouldn t make ~ver before dark.\" \"We made it,\" the woman said, shivering. She took 9air of rubber-soled flats from her big tapestry hand- g, and leaning against a mooring post, exchanged them her high-heeled sandals. Now. standing erect zanY,
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