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 1 1 |     which cross the arm of the sea~that makes the port of Croisic.~ ~
 2 1 |    gate on the side toward the sea. Sometimes the image of
 3 2 |  crossings through a turbulent sea in open boats, had weighed~
 4 3 |     the~eye that compassed the sea, the courage, indomitable,
 5 4 |        the mall, gazing at the sea or watching~the gambols
 6 7 |      desert of sand, which the sea has left for a margin between
 7 7 |        and a~little arm of the sea which separates the mainland
 8 7 |  cyclopic eye, westerly to the sea,~easterly on Guerande. One
 9 7 |        little town is the open sea. A brook escapes through
10 7 |      one that looks~toward the sea and the marshes, and arranged
11 7 |      afloat like Venice on the sea; and, finally the mighty
12 7 |        out~upon the sands, the sea and the marshes.~ ~This
13 8 |     flowery slopes, facing~the sea, or in a valley that equals
14 8 |      in a valley that equals a sea, like that of Fiesole?~ ~
15 9 |    cross the little arm of the~sea which separates the landing-place
16 10|      as they struggle with the sea, he found Camille~and the
17 11|    would fling myself into the sea. Sometimes I~find myself
18 11|       in turn the~marshes, the sea, and Calyste, to whom she
19 11|        of fine sand, where~the sea penetrates and lies like
20 11| capricious things, besides the sea itself, with its store of
21 12|       the rocks and beside the sea; your step upon the sands
22 14|    clear.~Near the horizon the sea had taken, as it is wont
23 14|    silent landscape, where the sea alone sounded the moan of
24 14|      Croisic is flanked on the sea side by granite rocks~the
25 14|    where in stormy weather the sea makes rough assaults~which
26 14|    that~runs farthest into the sea. On this granite promontory,
27 14|        I know not where.~ ~The sea rushes in, meeting no reefs,
28 14|        the rash gazer into the sea, or, still more to be feared,
29 14|   which can be seen far out at sea, a name; but it is useless
30 14|       there, dried by the salt sea winds, corroded by the spray,
31 14|         looking neither at the sea,~nor the rocks, nor the
32 14|      have~rolled down into the sea if her gown had not caught
33 14|     both sliding down into the sea. As he held her, he saw
34 14|       pushing Beatrix into the sea, did not continue to urge
35 16|     myself before now into the~sea; I have not returned to
36 17|       She is launched upon the sea of life! Poor Sabine! at
37 18|     when he flung~her into the sea that she might never belong
38 19|        been driven through the sea. By one of~those chances
39 20|  becomes as bitter as the Dead~Sea.~ ~ ~Two or three examples