Don't you remember, you took me there the first time I came to see you, in August, and I have never forgotten it." He rang the bell for her coat.

The night, though windy and dark, was warm.

Stars shone out from unexpected places, pencil-like streaks of inky-black clouds stretched menacingly across the sky.

The wind came down from the moors above with a dull boom which seemed echoed by the waves beating against the giant rocks.

The beads of the bare trees among which they passed were bent this way and that, and the few remaining leaves rustled in vain resistance, or, yielding to the irresistible gusts, sailed for a moment towards the skies, to be dashed down into the ever-growing carpet.