The hubbub of voices had died down to awed whisperings.
"The Lamp in the Desert"
Ethel M. Dell
How calm-and still it all was where she walked, while below among the piles the sea softly ebbed and flowed and throbbed, seeming full of whisperings and voices that were hushed lest she should hear the words they said.
"The Master of the Ceremonies"
George Manville Fenn
It sent its light far out to sea, but she was below it in the shade, and hope was forgotten as she leaned over the rail at the end, listening to the mysterious whisperings of the water in amongst the piles, and looking down into the transparent darkness all lit up with tiny lambent points which were ever going and coming.
"The Master of the Ceremonies"
George Manville Fenn