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Show -283- He could feel the wind on his temples, he could feel it ruffling his hair, but otherwise he was protected. The patterned roar of the waves increased as they crossed the shingle and stood at the xater's edge. The frothy water rolled in with an angry roar, flung itself at the beach, and crawled to within inches of their feet before it subsided and back sank/into the swirling sea. The Professor felt his wife's the agitated fingers tighten on his hand each time/surf rolled toward them, and he returned the pressure. Once the water came so far and so sxriftly that they had to leap backward in order to avoid getting their feet wet. This time it picked up some of the stranded kelp that it had previously flung onto the beach, picked it up and carried it back Into deep water, where it wiggled and rolled like some live sea creature. Now the Professor did release his hand from his wife's grasp, take the blue beret from his jacket pocket and pull it onto his head. "Hadn't we better go back?" he asked. "Yes, I suppose so," his wife replied. "My, it is cold." She pulled her scarf more tightly over her ears and turned, almost reluctantly, to return to the car. "I wonder what it was like out here, with the snow falling, last night?" she asked. The Professor didn't reply. He took her hand again and turned her to where the familiar front end of their |