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I 've got my pockets half full of the proper sort . '' Neal laughed , but he felt that to use Una 's hair as a wrap for the red pulp of a crab 's back or the soft , black belly of a limpet was a kind of profanation . He was a keen fisherman , but he would rather have missed the chance of catching the largest lithe that ever swam than lure it with a bait fastened with Una 's glossy hair . They fished till noon , and the tide rose slowly round their rock . Then Una 's luncheon basket was fetched from the boat , the mooring rope was made secure above high water mark , and the three sat down on the sun-baked rock and ate with keen appetites . Maurice stared seawards . `` That brig , '' he said , `` is lying very close inshore .