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A few golden days drifted on in that remote paradise beside the North Devon sea during which time the Fates appeared to slumber, a way they have before the happening of great events. The womenkind came down from their eyrie amongst the sleepy woods, where the long white cottage stood amidst its wonderful greenery looking down the glades of fern and heather with the mountain stream brawling noisily to the beach, where it fell in a glittering cascade to the sands.
They played tennis, they bathed, and lingered in the sunshine as if there was not a single care in the world. To Niel Nelson especially it was a wonderfully happy time. He was saying as much to Lady Joan one afternoon when they had wandered along the fringe of woods by the cliff path towards Heddon's Mouth.