E. Nesbit,
The House of Arden — CHAPTER IV. The Landing of the French
(1908)
“ The men in their queer uniforms, carrying their queer weapons, huddled closer together, and all eyes were fixed on the ship as it came on and on."Is it sure to be wrecked?" whispered Elfrida, catching at old Lord Arden's hand."No hope, my child. Get you home to bed," he said.It did not make any difference that all this had happened a hundred years ago. There was the cold, furious sea lashing the rocks far down below the cliff. Elfrida could not bear to stay and see that ship smash on the rocks as her carved work-box had smashed when she dropped it on the kitchen bricks. ”
