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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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