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There is a homelike snugness and retirement about the position of Étretat, and a mystery about the caves and caverns extending for long distances under its cliffs which form an attraction that we shall find nowhere else. Since Paris has found it out, and taken it by storm as it were, the little fishermen's village has been turned into a gay parterre; its shingly beach lined with chairs
"To-day, of course, the case is different. We know his retreat, his stronghold, which means, when all is said, that Lupin is Lupin. He can escape. The Etretat Needle cannot." "Why do you suppose that he will escape?" asked Ganimard, anxiously. "Why do you suppose that he requires to escape?" replied Beautrelet. "There is nothing to prove that he is in the Needle at present.
She caught my wrist, and only then did I notice that her hands were bare, her gloves reposing where she had cast them on the hillside at Etretat. "Did he mean it? I'd give my immortal soul to go." I looked into her eyes, and if I did not see stick, stark, staring craziness in them I don't know what stick, stark, staring craziness is.
"A first ray of the sun, glistening through the branches, pierced that fog of the dawn, illuminated it with a rosy reflection just behind the rustic lovers, framing their vague shadows in a silvery background. It was well done; yes, indeed, well done. "I was working on the declivity which led to the Valley of Etretat.
Then he went down to Etretat, selected the cheapest hotel, dined, went up to his room and unfolded the document. It was the merest child's play to him now to establish its exact meaning. He at once saw that the three vowels of the word Etretat occurred in the first line, in their proper order and at the necessary intervals. This first line now read as follows: e . a . a .. etretat . a ..
At last, Isidore repeated: "Yes, that cave over there to the right of the fort. Has it a name?" "Yes, I should think so. All the Etretat folk like to call it the Demoiselles." "What? What? What's that you say?" "Why, of course it's the Chambre des Demoiselles."
It was not a large book, for the births at Etretat are not overwhelming in number. "The name, I think you said, was Holladay?" he asked. "Hiram W. Holladay," nodded Mr. Royce. "And the date June 10th?" "Yes June 10th." The little man ran his finger rapidly down the page, then went back again and read the entries one by one more slowly, with a pucker of perplexity about his lips.
Now, as I know a spot called the Trois Mathildes some way above Etretat and as this is not an everyday name, we came down yesterday to thwart the plan of these objectionable persons." "What plan?" asked Hortense. "For, after all, it's only your assumption that there's to be a victim and that the victim is to be flung off the top of the cliffs.
The Buffons, whom I met at Etretat, and some of their friends, mostly educated French people." The little railway carriage in which we sat rocked with speed as we flew through the French landscape.
"So, in wandering through the same country we are in this year, I came to the little village of Benouville, on the Falaise, between Yport and Etretat. I came from Fecamp, following the coast, a high coast, perpendicular as a wall, with projecting and rugged rocks falling sheer down into the sea. I had walked since the morning on the close clipped grass, as smooth and as yielding as a carpet.
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