I don't mind the wind." "I thought you were afraid of falling off." "No, not in the dark.

I should be, I daresay, if I could see how far we are from the bottom." So they walked on.

The waves no longer fell at the foot of the wall, but leaned their breasts against it, gleaming as they rose on its front, and darkening as they sank low towards its deep base.
The wind kept coming in gusts, tearing a white gleam now and then on the dark surface of the sea.

Behind them shone the dim lights of the city; before them all was dark as eternity, except for the one light at the end of the pier.

At length Alec spied another out at sea.
"I believe that is the steamer," he said.