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o'clock
`` Let us walk back on the sands , '' she said , pointing . `` You are going home ? '' `` Yes , I want to rest a little . I will meet you again about eight o'clock , if you like . '' Waymark accompanied her as far as the door , then strolled on to his own lodgings , which were near at hand . It was only the second day that they had been in Hastings , yet it seemed to him as if he had been walking about on the seashore with Ida for weeks . For all that , he felt that he was not as near to her now as he had been on certain evenings in London , when his arrival was to her a manifest pleasure , and their talk unflagging from hour to hour .