Everything was very still, as with a sense of expectation.
Tintageu, and the Platte, and Guillaumesse, and the gleaming Autelets, and La Grune, and on the other side the great black Gouliot rocks, and Moie Batarde, and the long dark side of Brecqhou all seemed straining with wide anxious eyes to learn what was coming.

There was a dull growl of surf from below, and low harsh croakings and mewings from the gulls down in Port a la Jument.

And we seemed to be all waiting for what should come out of Herm along the red path of the sun.
Carette shivered inside my arm.
"Cold, dearest ?" I asked.
"My heart is heavy.

Oh, but I wish it was the day after to-morrow, Phil." "It will come.

But we look like having a storm first.