The Works Of Guy De Maupassant Volume 3

The bright night seemed to be scattering handfuls of stars into the placid sea which was as calm as a blue pond slumbering in the depths of a forest. Among the tall climbing roses which hung a mantle of yellow flowers to the fretted baluster of the terrace there stood out in the distance the illuminated fronts of the hotels and villas and occasionally women's laughter was heard above the dull monotonous sound of surf and the noise of the fog-horns.' (Excerpt from Text)