'Here's a big wave going to be a wall.'
'Off he rolls.'
'He's like the High Brent broad meadow under Elling Wood.'
'Don't let Miss Vincent hear you.'
'They 're not waves; they 're sighs of the deep.'
'A poet I swim with! He fell into the deep in his first of May morning ducks. We used to expect him.'
'I never expected to owe them so much.'
Pride of the swimmer and the energy of her joy embraced Aminta, that she might nerve all her powers to gain the half-minute for speaking at her ease.
'Who 'd have thought of a morning like this? You were looked for last night.'
'A lucky accident to our coach. I made friends with the skipper of the yawl.'