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Now
,
since
she
had
come
two
thousand
miles
and
had
passed
without
a
sign
,
not
even
his
unconscious
self
need
cling
to
the
past
any
longer
.
After
dinner
,
when
the
sun
was
low
behind
the
mountains
,
Geddie
walked
on
the
little
strip
of
beach
under
the
cocoanuts
.
The
wind
was
blowing
mildly
landward
,
and
the
surface
of
the
sea
was
rippled
by
tiny
wavelets
.
A
miniature
breaker
,
spreading
with
a
soft
"
swish
"
upon
the
sand
brought
with
it
something
round
and
shiny
that
rolled
back
again
as
the
wave
receded
.
The
next
influx
beached
it
clear
,
and
Geddie
picked
it
up
.
The
thing
was
a
long-necked
wine
bottle
of
colourless
glass
.
The
cork
had
been
driven
in
tightly
to
the
level
of
the
mouth
,
and
the
end
covered
with
dark-red
sealing-wax
.
The
bottle
contained
only
what
seemed
to
be
a
sheet
of
paper
,
much
curled
from
the
manipulation
it
had
undergone
while
being
inserted
.
In
the
sealing-wax
was
the
impression
of
a
seal
--
probably
of
a
signet-ring
,
bearing
the
initials
of
a
monogram
;
but
the
impression
had
been
hastily
made
,
and
the
letters
were
past
anything
more
certain
than
a
shrewd
conjecture
.
Ida
Payne
had
always
worn
a
signet-ring
in
preference
to
any
other
finger
decoration
.
Geddie
thought
he
could
make
out
the
familiar
"
I
P
"
;
and
a
queer
sensation
of
disquietude
went
over
him
.
More
personal
and
intimate
was
this
reminder
of
her
than
had
been
the
sight
of
the
vessel
she
was
doubtless
on
.
He
walked
back
to
his
house
,
and
set
the
bottle
on
his
desk
.
Throwing
off
his
hat
and
coat
,
and
lighting
a
lamp
--
for
the
night
had
crowded
precipitately
upon
the
brief
twilight
--
he
began
to
examine
his
piece
of
sea
salvage
.
By
holding
the
bottle
near
the
light
and
turning
it
judiciously
,
he
made
out
that
it
contained
a
double
sheet
of
note-paper
filled
with
close
writing
;
further
,
that
the
paper
was
of
the
same
size
and
shade
as
that
always
used
by
Ida
;
and
that
,
to
the
best
of
his
belief
,
the
handwriting
was
hers
.
The
imperfect
glass
of
the
bottle
so
distorted
the
rays
of
light
that
he
could
read
no
word
of
the
writing
;
but
certain
capital
letters
,
of
which
he
caught
comprehensive
glimpses
,
were
Ida
's
,
he
felt
sure
.
There
was
a
little
smile
both
of
perplexity
and
amusement
in
Geddie
's
eyes
as
he
set
the
bottle
down
,
and
laid
three
cigars
side
by
side
on
his
desk
.
He
fetched
his
steamer
chair
from
the
gallery
,
and
stretched
himself
comfortably
.
He
would
smoke
those
three
cigars
while
considering
the
problem
.
For
it
amounted
to
a
problem
.
He
almost
wished
that
he
had
not
found
the
bottle
;
but
the
bottle
was
there
.
Why
should
it
have
drifted
in
from
the
sea
,
whence
come
so
many
disquieting
things
,
to
disturb
his
peace
?
In
this
dreamy
land
,
where
time
seemed
so
redundant
,
he
had
fallen
into
the
habit
of
bestowing
much
thought
upon
even
trifling
matters
.
He
began
to
speculate
upon
many
fanciful
theories
concerning
the
story
of
the
bottle
,
rejecting
each
in
turn
.
Ships
in
danger
of
wreck
or
disablement
sometimes
cast
forth
such
precarious
messengers
calling
for
aid
.
