Ever since Raymond had pointed them out to her - a dim outline on the horizon - from the cliff above the grève, the very thought of the islands had fascinated Sara, and her imagination, never unfertile, was stirred by those mysterious bare rocks which only became visible at low tide.
"Anything in the way of adventures might happen on such exciting islands," she enthused to Caroline.
"The most exciting thing will be if you go and get left behind again, and drown yourself," Caroline replied - rather unnecessarily, Sara considered.
From BRETON HOLIDAY, Chapter 6, Shrimping.
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