And behind the white curtains in the gray stone house, Carette lay sleeping.
...

At midnight the girls had melted lead in an iron spoon, and dropped it into buckets of water, amid bubbles of laughter, to see what the occupations of their future husbands would be.

They fished out the results with eager faces, and twisted them to suit their hopes.

Carette's piece came out a something which Jeanne Falla at once pronounced an anchor, but which young Torode said was a sword, and made it so by a skilful touch of the finger.
...

The air had been very still, as though asleep like all things else except the sea.