Jacob's Room

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. So of course, wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand, there was nothing for it but to leave. Slowly welling from the point of her gold nib, pale blue ink dissolved the full Stop; for there her pen stuck; her eyes fixed, and tears Slowly filled them. The entire bay quivered the lighthouse wobbled and she had the illusion that the mast of Mr. Connor's little yacht was ben g i e a wax candle in the sun. She winked quickly. Accidents were awful things. She winked again. The mast was straight; the waves were regular; the lighthouse was upright but the blot had spread.