The felucca had burnt to the water's edge; but, owing to the smoothness of the water, her wreck still floated and was slowly setting into the bay, there being a slight current in that direction, where she now lay.

The town was basking in the afternoon's sun, though hid from view, and the whole island of Elba had the appearance of being asleep.
"What a siesta!" said Raoul to Ithuel, as both stood on the heel of the bowsprit, looking curiously at the scene: "sea, land, mountains, bourgeois, and mariners all dozing.

_Bien_; there is life yonder at the west, and we must get further from _votre Proserpine_.

Call the hands, Monsieur Lieutenant.

Let us get our sweeps and put the head of le Feu-Follet the other way.