As she watched, unexpectedly, so unexpectedly that she jumped, a little graceful ship in full sail came across the path of the moon on the water. It came so silently, without lights, it had such an inexplicable air of strangeness that despite its beauty she felt there was something wrong about it, something uncanny: no living thing could she see on board. The moon went behind a cloud, the Loch was darkened, but still the white ship gleamed.
From HOUSE OF THE GLIMMERING LIGHT, Chapter 5, The White Ship.
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