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Few enough folks come to Moonfleet Church at any time; but fewer still came that morning, for the meadows between the village and churchyard were wet and miry from the water. There were streamers of seaweed tangled about the very tombstones - and against the outside of the churchyard was piled up a great bank of it from which came a salt rancid smell like a guillemot's egg, that is always in the air after a south-westerly gale has strewn the shore with wrack."Moonfleet: Chapter II "The Floods"