1 The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.
2 But the night sat lightly upon the sea and the land.
3 They were leaning toward each other as the wateroaks bent from the sea.
4 The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
5 The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
6 Edna Pontellier, casting her eyes about, had finally kept them at rest upon the sea.
7 His search has always hitherto been fruitless, and he has sunk back, disheartened, into the sea.
8 All her years she had squatted and waddled there upon the island, gathering legends of the Baratarians and the sea.
9 Edna did not reveal so much as all this to Madame Ratignolle that summer day when they sat with faces turned to the sea.
10 The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.
11 The sun was low in the west, and the breeze soft and languorous that came up from the south, charged with the seductive odor of the sea.
12 There was no sound abroad except the hooting of an old owl in the top of a water-oak, and the everlasting voice of the sea, that was not uplifted at that soft hour.
13 The sea was quiet now, and swelled lazily in broad billows that melted into one another and did not break except upon the beach in little foamy crests that coiled back like slow, white serpents.
14 The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
15 Meanwhile Robert, addressing Mrs Pontellier, continued to tell of his one time hopeless passion for Madame Ratignolle; of sleepless nights, of consuming flames till the very sea sizzled when he took his daily plunge.
16 But when she was there beside the sea, absolutely alone, she cast the unpleasant, pricking garments from her, and for the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air, at the mercy of the sun, the breeze that beat upon her, and the waves that invited her.