Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Refugees — Chapter XXV
(1893)
“ De Catinat and his wife leaned together by the shrouds when all was over and watched the black side as it rose and fell, and the green water which raced past them."It is all so strange and so new," she said. "Our future seems as vague and dark as yonder cloud-banks which gather in front of us.""If it rest with me," he answered, "your future will be as merry and bright as the sunlight that glints on the crest of these waves. The country that drove us forth lies far behind us, but out there is another and a fairer country, and every breath of wind wafts us nearer to it. ”
