Though the cove was more quiet than the ocean, yet it was fearful enough, even there.
I don't like that schooner, Jess, and its ugly crew, lying there in the Cove.
Beyond, on the waters of the Cove, the Southern Cross rode at anchor.
By the time Dan was put ashore on the beach of the Cove it was afternoon.
No cove, no creek even, opened its friendly arms to receive them.
He could not bathe in the cove because Miss Graham would be there.
If he wished to swim in that cove, no matter who might be there, he was perfectly free to do it.
The dory itself, with the oars in her, was moored in the cove.
He turned and began to swim in the opposite direction, up the cove.
"I'm going to that beach over there," she said, pointing across the cove.