Eyes more accustomed than hers to the outline of the country could have seen inland dismantled cottages and unroofed sheds, groups of still frightened and restive cattle, a snapped flagstaff, a fallen tree.

But Jeanne knew none of these things.

Her face was turned towards the ocean and the rising sun.

She felt the sting of the sea wind upon her cheeks, all the nameless exhilaration of the early morning sweetness.

Far out seaward the long breakers, snow-flecked and white crested, came rolling in with a long, monotonous murmur toward the land.