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The Toilers of the Sea: Cashmere

Lethierry insisted. He stormed. Gilliatt was like iron. Lethierry grew redder, Gilliatt paler. Gilliatt had his way. Deruchette and the curate were married. They set sail for England on the packet Cashmere.

Gilliatt crossed at low tide on the stones which led to Gild-Holm-'Ur rock to see the Cashmere pass. The tide was coming in, but the Cashmere was coming out. She moved slowly in the light breeze. The tide crept up on Gild-Holm-'Ur, but Gilliatt's eyes were for the Cashmere. The tide crept higher--to Gilliatt's knees--but in a spot of sunlight on the Cashmere were Deruchette and the curate. Her head was on his shoulder, his arm around her waist. There was a silence like the calm of heaven on the sea.

The packet passed on. She was beyond the waters of the harbor. The tide was then to Gilliatt's shoulders, but the packet was still within sight. She became a spot in the haze. The spot dwindled, disappeared. As she vanished the head of Gilliatt was engulfed.

Nothing was visible but the sea.