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      NOEL O’REILLY was a student on the New Writing South Advanced writing course. He has worked as a journalist and editor at the international business media company RBI, and is now a freelance writer. This is his first novel. He lives in Brighton with his wife and children.

      An imprint of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd.

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      London SE1 9GF

      First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018

      Copyright © Noel O’Reilly 2018

      Noel O’Reilly asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Ebook Edition © July 2018 ISBN: 9780008274535

      ‘God moves in a mysterious way

      His wonders to perform;

      He plants his footsteps in the sea,

      And rides upon the storm.’

      William Cowper, Hymn (1773)

      ‘Myreugh orth an vorvoren, hanter pysk ha hanter den.

      Y vos Dew ha den, yn-lan dhe’n keth uta-na crygyans ren.’

      ‘Look at the mermaid, half fish and half human. That

      He is God and man, to that same fact let us entirely give credence.’

      Louis T. Stanley, Journey Through Cornwall (1958)

      To Sally

      PENWITH, CORNWALL

      TEN YEARS AFTER THE FRENCH WARS OR THEREABOUTS

      Contents

       Cover

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Contents

       Chapter 7

       II: WHITSUNTIDE

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       III: HARVEST TIDE

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Acknowledgements

       About the Publisher

       BUDDING TIME

      I got to the beach too late to find anything of real worth. The gale had moved inland, leaving an icy breeze in its wake, and there was a sea stench as if the ocean bed and all its secrets had been torn out overnight and dumped on the strand. All about me the dead from shipwrecks past muttered and moaned in the tongues of their own lands. Having shaken themselves free of their unblessed graves, they shuffled about in search of some lost thing. Look upon them too long, and they’d fade into the mist that sailed across the strand.

      A dead wreck it was, all hands drowned. Sounds of hacking and wrenching floated

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