The distant murmur of the sea came to him like the sigh of one just freed from pain.

Nothing else was to be heard; no human tread disturbed the midnight stillness; but along the winding road that led to Turlock he caught the far-off flutter of a woman's dress.

She was going at rapid speed, and the next moment had turned the corner, but not before he had recognized his Harry; and, closing the inn door softly behind him, he started after her like an arrow from the bow.
The scene of this pursuit was strange and weird enough, had Richard possessed eyes for any thing but the object of it.

The sky was without a cloud, and the sea--which showed on its cold blue surface a broad and shining path where the moon-beams lay--without a ripple.

On shore there was even less of motion.