The sea to go up and down it makes.

I have repeatedly said that the sea makes one hard.

Dark blue sea and the pink sand make it some imaginary scene.

It had seemed to her then that only the sea could make her clean once more.

The sea made him feel, he went on, in direct contact with forces larger than he.

In truth, the sea made him edgy, and his companion knew it.

When the sea made that noise it wasn't really dangerous.

Then the sea made the clay which is over the chalk.

The wind and the sea made no difference to him, now.

He thought that he could tell all about the weather from the sounds which the sea made.