The house walls were shaking.

With each blow the wind ran up a scale of notes and ended with a howl.
He looked out.

Sea and sky had melted into one; only now and then white surf line heaved into sight, and melted back into grey.
After breakfast he and his father started to battle their way to Tredinnis House, while Humility barricaded the door behind them.
Taffy wore a suit of oilers, of which he was mightily proud.
They made their way under the lee of the towans to escape the stinging sand.

Within Tredinnis Gates they found a couple of pine-trees blown down across the road, and scrambled over their trunks.

Before lessons, Taffy boasted a lot of his journey to Honoria, and almost forgot to be sorry that George did not appear, though it was Wednesday.
They had no trouble in reaching home.