Then, a mile or so on, the shore sharpened to a point like a claw, where the innocent dyke became a long, low fort, with some great guns peeping over; then of a sudden it ceased, retreating into the far south in a dim perspective of groins and dunes.
— from The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers

The rest of the men, mindful of the peculiar relationship between the two, instinctively drew back a little, leaving them alone.
— from For Love of Country: A Story of Land and Sea in the Days of the Revolution by Cyrus Townsend Brady