Chapter 8
Mina Murray's JournalSame day, 11 o'clock p. m..—Oh, but I am tired! If it were not
that I had made my diary a duty I should not open it tonight. We
had a lovely walk. Lucy, after a while, was in gay spirits, owing,
I think, to some dear cows who came nosing towards us in a field
close to the lighthouse, and frightened the wits out of us. I
believe we forgot everything, except of course, personal fear, and
it seemed to wipe the slate clean and give us a fresh start. We had
a capital `severe tea' at Robin Hood's Bay in a sweet little
oldfashioned inn, with a bow window right over the seaweedcovered
rocks of the strand. I believe we should have shocked the `New
Woman' with our appetites. Men are more tolerant, bless them! Then
we walked home with some, or rather many, s
