Not a sound in the village, not a soul on the sidewalk.

This silence intensified the tranquillity of everything.

In the distance, the hammers of some calkers pounded the hull of a ship, and the sultry breeze brought them an odour of tar.
The principal diversion consisted in watching the return of the fishing-smacks.

As soon as they passed the beacons, they began to ply to windward.

The sails were lowered to one third of the masts, and with their foresails swelled up like balloons they glided over the waves and anchored in the middle of the harbour.