“I was thinking.”
“Well—DON'T.... I distrust your thinking. This coast is wilder and grimmer than yesterday. It's glorious....”
She sat down on the chair he unfolded for her.
“Is there nothing to eat?” she asked abruptly.
“It is too early.”
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“This coast is magnificent,” she said presently.
“It's hideous,” he answered. “It's as ugly as a heap of slag.”
“It's nature at its wildest.”
“That's Amanda at her wildest.”