I rode down among loose stones and water-worn channels in the solid grit very carefully.

But the man in brown had torn over the wild path with reckless haste, zigzagging madly, and was now on the little three-cornered patch of beach, undressing himself with a sort of careless glee, and flinging his clothes down anyhow on the shingle beside him.

Something about the action caught my eye.

That movement of the arm! It was not--it could not be--no, no, not Hugo! A very ordinary person; and Le Geyt bore the stamp of a born gentleman.
He stood up bare at last.

He flung out his arms, as if to welcome the boisterous wind to his naked bosom.