deep-sea

There was deep brown flesh, and bronze flesh, and pallid white flesh, and flesh turned red from the hot sun.

He remembered something—the cherished pose of being a man plunged fathoms-deep in business.

Edna did not reveal so much as all this to Madame Ratignolle that summer day when they sat with faces turned to the sea.

At present, Louis was too self-absorbed by the struggles within him, to look deep into what was passing around him.

Edna Pontellier, casting her eyes about, had finally kept them at rest upon the sea.

The countries about the eastern part of the Mediterranean Sea and its adjoining waters.