When he had definitely decided that a certain light apart from the others higher up the hill was their light, he was considerably reassured.

There seemed to be at once a little stability in all this incoherence.

Without any definite plan in his head, he took the turning to the right and walked through the town and came to the wall by the meeting of the roads, where he stopped.

The booming of the sea was audible.

The dark-blue mass of the mountains rose against the paler blue of the sky.