The wind fell as the dawn approached.

The atmosphere, clear of mists, promised one of those fine autumn days so delicious on the sea coast.
A soft, transparent film of vapor lay along the horizon; the first sunbeam would dissipate it; to the maiden it exhibited that aspect of the sea which seems to blend it with the sky.

Her view was now enlarged, without producing the impression of the boundless infinity of ocean.
Harry taking Nell's hand, they followed James Starr and Jack Ryan as they traversed the deserted streets.

To Nell, this suburb of the capital appeared only a collection of gloomy dark houses, just like Coal Town, only that the roof was higher, and gleamed with small lights.
She stepped lightly forward, and easily kept pace with Harry.

"Are you not tired, Nell ?" asked he, after half an hour's walking.
"No! my feet seem scarcely to touch the earth," returned she.