adapted from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte My footsteps were the first to press the firm, unbroken sands. Nothing before had trampled them since last night's flowing tide had obliterated the deepest marks of yesterday. The sand was fair and even, except where the subsiding water had left behind it the traces of dimpled pools and little running streams. Refreshed, delighted, invigorated, I walked along, forgetting all my cares, feeling as if I had wings to my feet I could go at least forty miles without fatigue and experience a sense of exhilaration to which I had been an entire stranger since the days of early youth. About half-past six, however, the grooms began to come down to air their masters' horses. First one, and then another, till there were some dozen horses and five or six riders. But, that did not trouble me, for they would not come as far as the low rocks which I was now approaching. When I had reached these, and walked over the moist, slippery sea-weed (at the risk of slipping into one of the numerous pools of clear, salt water that lay between them), to a little mossy mound with the sea splashing round it I looked back again to see who next was stirring. Still, there were only the early grooms with their horses, and one gentleman with a little dark speck of a dog running before him, and one water-cart coming out of the town to get water for the baths. Select the correct answer. Where does the story take place? OA on a village street ов. on the beach OC. in a stable OD near a swimming pool