Arthur Conan Doyle,
Uncle Bernac
(1897)
“ If France falls she dies, but if England falls how many nations are there who will carry her speech, her traditions and her blood on into the history of the future?The land had been looming darker, and the thudding of waves upon the sand sounded louder every instant upon my ears. I could already see the quick dancing gleam of the surf in front of me. Suddenly, as I peered through the deepening shadow, a long dark boat shot out from it, like a trout from under a stone, making straight in our direction.'A guard boat!' cried one of the seamen. ”

