Then she added, "It's the best place you could have brought us to." After dinner they sat on the beach and leaned against a fishing-boat.

It was full moon.

The northern cliff cast its huge shadow out to sea and half way across the beach.

A knot of fisher folk sat full in the moonlight on the jetty and sang a song with a mournful refrain.

Behind them in the square of yellow light of the salon window could be seen the figures of the two English maiden ladies apparently still addressing picture post-cards.
The luminous picture stood out sharp against the dark mass of the hotel.
Beyond the shadow of the cliff the sea lay like a silver mirror in the windless air.