As yet they felt no wind.

The dense weight of mist choked the keen, impelling air.
"I think the weather is breaking; we are going to have a storm," said Beatrice, a little anxiously.
Scarcely were the words out of her mouth when the mist passed away from them, and from all the seaward expanse of ocean.

Not a wrack of it was left, and in its place the strong sea-breath beat upon their faces.

Far in the west the angry disc of the sun was sinking into the foam.

A great red ray shot from its bent edge and lay upon the awakened waters, like a path of fire.