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The sky seemed to mock them. Swept by the winds, it was of a limpid blue, that deep summer blue which is mirrored back on the surface of the sea.
Two leagues on their way the sailors came in sight of a village. From the height where they were they could see it beneath them, nestling in a hollow of the cliff. It was a coast village, without harbor or boats. The houses were clustered together, half-hidden by tender foliage. Here, at least, one should be happy. The fishers earned their living from the beach, without fear of tempests, and this peaceful nook at this early morning hour, sparkling in the sunlight, seemed so cheerful that the men stopped, moved by a vague longing for comfort and rest.