There was hardly any life in the sea.

How mournful it was to lie out there, the wintry night, beneath an all but starless heaven, with the wind vexing it when it wanted to sleep! Alec feeling Kate draw a deep breath like the sigh of the sea, looked round in her face.

There was still light enough to show it frowning and dark and sorrowful and hopeless.

It was in fact a spiritual mirror, which reflected in human forms the look of that weary waste of waters.
She gave a little start, gathered herself together, and murmured something about the cold.
"Let us go down again," said Alec.--"The wind has risen considerably, and the wall will shelter us down below." "No, no," she answered; "I like it.

We can walk here just as well.