They were difficult to blow out.

Everywhere the lights were gone save the coloured points on the sides of the launch.

The blueygrey, early night spread level around, the moon was overhead, there were shadows of boats here and there.
Again there was a splash, and he was gone under.

Gudrun sat, sick at heart, frightened of the great, level surface of the water, so heavy and deadly.

She was so alone, with the level, unliving field of the water stretching beneath her.