Gideon Spilett was standing motionless on the shore, his arms crossed, gazing over the sea, the horizon of which was lost towards the east in a thick black cloud which was spreading rapidly towards the zenith.
Gédéon Spilett, immobile, les bras croisés, était alors sur la grève, regardant la mer, dont l'horizon se confondait dans l'est avec un gros nuage noir qui montait rapidement vers le zénith.