there was no colour in the sky. The clothes of both man and girl were grey or dark.
"Look at me, Meg," Geoff said suddenly. His sister turned. "If it wasn't for your eyes and your lips," he said gallantly, "I'd say I'd gone colour-blind. But they're blue as ever, and red."
She smiled with pleasure, but her blue eyes looked quickly away. "Thank you, Geoffie," she said. "But don't again, at least just now. That's the kind of thing Eric used to say to me sometimes."
"And Price doesn't?"
"No," she replied. "No, not that kind." She stopped and stood a moment, looking about.
"What are you thinking of?" he demanded.
"Eric."
"Of course. But what about him?"
"Of his reaching this coast at last and finding this land, this terrible, bare shore, a goal to struggle toward and spend all his strength to gain. Think of him coming here alone, without a ship or companions, perhaps not even
