"It is the one thing we have always lacked at Woolhanger.

We get the booming of the wind--wonderful it is, too, like the hollow thunder of guns or the quick passing of an underground army--but we miss this.

I feel, somehow, as though I knew now why it tears past us, uprooting the very trees that stand in its way.

It rushes to the sea.

What a meeting!" Her hand tightened upon his arm as a great wave broke direct upon the cliff below and a torrent of wind, rushing through the trees and downwards, caught the spray and scattered it around them and high over their heads.
"We humans," he whispered, "are taught our lesson." "Do we need it ?" she asked, with sudden fierceness.