WILL IT DO?
Tardif walked on before me to a low, thatched cottage, standing at the back of a small farm-yard.

There was no other dwelling in sight, and even the sea was not visible from it.

It was sheltered by the steep slope of a hill rising behind it, and looked upon another slope covered with gorse-bushes; a very deep and narrow ravine ran down from it to the hand-breadth of shingle which I had seen from the boat.

A more solitary place I could not have imagined; no sign of human life, or its neighborhood, betrayed itself; overhead was a vast dome of sky, with a few white-winged sea-gulls flitting across it, and uttering their low, wailing cry.

The roof of sky and the two round outlines of the little hills, and the deep, dark ravine, the end of which was unseen, formed the whole of the view before me.
I felt chilled a little as I followed Tardif down into the dell.