Even the voices of the wind and the sea, and the screaming of the birds, seem to bring always an evil message.

There is nothing kindly or hopeful even in the sunshine.

At night, when the tide comes thundering in as it does so often at this time of the year, one is afraid.

There is so much to make one afraid!" She had turned pale again, notwithstanding the sunshine and the freshening wind.

He laid his hand lightly upon her arm.