In the lee of one of the big stacks they huddled close together and waited for the lifting of the veil.

The wind was soft but strong up there at the top of the vessel.

He took hope in the fact that it was blowing toward the shores of that unseen land, and that slowly but surely the Doraine was drifting thither.
Suddenly, as if a curtain were being raised, a far-off line appeared on the surface of the waters.

Higher rose the curtain, and like magic the line developed into an irregular ridge, the ends of which sank below the horizon far to the right and left.
Percival felt the girl's hand on his arm.

He shot a swift glance at her face.