Esme(e) urged the steed beyond its mighty limits though its heart thundered to oblige her. Hooves beat upon the track louder than the crashing waves upon the stones. Who could think this was a summer's day? The last of it, surely, fading, 1 star directly ahead, but summer surely and just as surely the waves crashed and beat upon the stones and any caught in the toils of tide were dashed and driven far away. Edwina was 1.
        Edwina had gone into the sea wearing her last Empire gown with her golden circlet,
with her trailing red ringlets darkening with wet.