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When, two days later, Dick Jervoise rose, dressed with difficulty owing to the heavy sea, and ascended to the deck, he found they were approaching a small bay where, through the drifting fog could be distinguished a line of low wooden houses, painted various colours, brown, white and blue, behind which, upon a small eminence, stood a tiny white church with pointed spire, while away on the horizon showed a range of low bare hills.
A dispiriting scene, ineffably sad. A grey, wintry sky, a grey sea, a grey land, while so chill was the wind that even though he wore a heavy leather-lined motor-coat, he shivered. And it was the height of summer. They were far away now from the haunts of the twenty-guinea midnight-sun tourists-away in the great lone land.