There is nothing commonplace about the Newport cliff in a fog; it is wild enough and dreary enough then, for the scene of a bad deed.

You might meet the souls of the lost in such a fog, hiding before the wrath to come.
Late on Tuesday afternoon Claudius and Margaret had taken their way towards the cliff, a solitary couple at that hour on a week-day.

Even at a distance there was something about their appearance that distinguished them from ordinary couples.

Claudius's great height seemed still more imposing now that he affected the garb of civilisation, and Margaret had the air of a woman of the great world in every movement of her graceful body, and in every fold of her perfect dress.

American women, when they dress well, dress better than any other women in the world; but an American woman who has lived at the foreign courts is unapproachable.