H. B. Marriott Watson,
The Castle by the Sea — Chapter 14
(1909)
“ The tide had rolled in patiently, winning yard after yard of the shore, until it had reached the sea-line of rocks, where its advance became rapid. It was as though the resistance of the opposing land had been at last overcome and the spears of the tide were storming the shore in a serried rush. The flood came down upon the cliff and the caverns like a race-horse,—roaring, foaming, mouthing, menacing. Perdita uttered a little cry of alarm, and I put out a hand and drew her to me. "There is plenty of time," I said reassuringly. "The utmost that can happen is that we may get a little wetting." ”
