One Day At Arle

One day at Arle-a tiny scattered fishing ham-let on the northwestern English coast-there stood at the door of one of the cottages near the shore a woman leaning against the lintel-post and looking out: a woman who would have been apt to attract a stranger's eye, too-a woman young and handsome. This was what a first glance would have taken in; a second would have been apt to teach more and leave a less pleasant im-pression. She was young enough to have been girlish, but she was not girlish i...