The moon showed that blunted and deformed appearance which she assumes a day or two past the full, and the moisture in the air encircled her with a stormy-looking halo.

We had stepped out of the dining-room windows on to the little terrace looking down towards Smedmore and Encombe.

The glaucous shrubs that grow in between the balusters were wet and dripping with the salt breath of the sea, and we could hear the waves coming into the cove from the west.
After standing a minute I felt chill, and proposed that we should go back to the billiard-room, where a fire was lit on all except the warmest nights.

"No," John said, "I want to tell you something, Sophy," and then we walked on to the old boat summer-house.

There he told me everything.