They were violet in colour,
protuberant, and malevolent beyond words.
He sat down suddenly on the baking black rock, with a cold shiver
running down his back in spite of the scorch of the sun. The utter cold
malignity of those great violet eyes, and the thought of what would have
happened if he had stepped into that pool, made him momentarily sick.
He had seen small devil-fish in the pools in Sark, but never one
approaching this in size. He crept away at last, leaving it in
possession, and found a pool clear of boulders or caving hollows, and
sat in it with no great enjoyment, wondering if the great unwholesome
beast in the other would be likely to climb the cliff and come upon him
in the night. He thought it unlikely, but still the idea clung to him
and caused him no little discomfort. He blocked his door that night with
great green cushions, though he felt doubtful if they would be effective
against the wiles and strength of a devil-fish, if half that he had
heard of them was true.
In the middle of the night--for he went to bed early, having nothing
else to do, except to watch the stars--he woke with a cold start,
feeling certain that hideous creature had crawled up the slope and was
feeling all round his house for an entrance.
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