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He had drawn up his boat high on the beach, and now lay at the girl's feet, as she sat, out of reach of the tide, on a big boulder stone. There had fallen a long silence between them -- a silence in which, to his fancy, her heart had cried aloud to his, as, in the stillness, the sea-pyot had cried aloud to the sea.
He was the first to break that silence.