I should not have liked to inquire where, how, when, or by whom the substance of the cheese had been consumed.
Possibly this receptacle is supposed to communicate a subtle flavour to the butter; I only know that, even to a healthy palate, the stuff was rather horrible.

Cow's milk could be obtained in very small quantities, but it was of evil flavour; butter, in the septentrional sense of the word, did not exist.
It surprises me to remember that I went out, walked down to the shore, and watched the great waves breaking over the harbour mole.

There was a lull in the storm, but as yet no sign of improving weather; clouds drove swiftly across a lowering sky.

My eyes turned to the Lacinian promontory, dark upon the turbid sea.

Should I ever stand by the sacred column?
It seemed to me hopelessly remote; the voyage an impossible effort.
I talked with a man, of whom I remember nothing but his piercing eyes steadily fixed upon me; he said there had been a wreck in the night, a ship carrying live pigs had gone to pieces, and the shore was sprinkled with porcine corpses.
Presently I found myself back at the _Concordia_, not knowing exactly how I had returned.