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Abandoned by the living, Elise turned to the dead, whose quiet peace seemed to her so sweet. She reached the graveyard well before the first rays of the dawn had lightened the eastern sky. It was still night, but in the half light of the moon there seemed about her mysterious beings of uncertain form and colors pale and unreal.
In climbing the dune Elise had often looked out toward the open sea to the spot where a murmuring and a silvery whitening of the waves marked the shoals. It was there that her father lay with the others under the treacherous wave. But exactly where? The shoals were large.