Underfoot were stones of all shapes and sizes, worn smooth by the sea.
"What a ghastly place!" whispered Chris, and something seemed to catch the whisper and repeat it sibilantly a great many times as if learning it off by heart.
"Permit me to precede you," said Bertrand.

"You will find it not so narrow in a moment.

If you look behind you, you will see the sea as in the frame of a picture.

It is beautiful, is it not ?" His soft voice and casual words reassured her.

She looked and admired, though the sea was grey and the shore all blurred with rain.
"There will be a rainbow soon," he said.