1 Not a living soul was seen on the shore.
2 The man on the shore began to shout, urging us to land.
3 But he must at least be as much of a man as these on the shore.
4 The Russian, eyed curiously by the pilgrims, was staring at the shore.
5 A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness.
6 Now and then a boat from the shore gave one a momentary contact with reality.
7 The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore.
8 As we left the miserable little wharf, he tossed his head contemptuously at the shore.
9 And from right to left along the lighted shore moved a wild and gorgeous apparition of a woman.
10 The three red chaps had fallen flat, face down on the shore, as though they had been shot dead.
11 I became aware that the two were standing on the shore alongside the forepart of the steamboat, just below my head.
12 I had taken up my binoculars while we talked and was looking at the shore, sweeping the limit of the forest at each side and at the back of the house.
13 A rocky cliff appeared, mounds of turned-up earth by the shore, houses on a hill, others, with iron roofs, amongst a waste of excavations, or hanging to the declivity.
14 Looking past that mad helmsman, who was shaking the empty rifle and yelling at the shore, I saw vague forms of men running bent double, leaping, gliding, distinct, incomplete, evanescent.
15 For the rest, after his hours of work, a casual stroll or a casual spree on shore suffices to unfold for him the secret of a whole continent, and generally he finds the secret not worth knowing.
16 The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marshes was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds.
17 In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.
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