We were tired, and it was far; but a temptation seemed to push us forward.

The breeze played in the cracks of the rocks and wrinkled the surface of the pools; the sea-weed, cleaving to the sides of the cliff, shook in the wind, and from the part of the sky where the moon was to rise, a pale light spread over the waters.

It was the hour when the shadows lengthen.

The rocks appeared larger, and the breakers a deeper green.

The sky seemed to expand, and all nature assumed a different appearance.
So we started, without giving a thought to the incoming tide or whether or not we should find later a way to get back to land.