 little craft persuaded her she was sinking even as we sat together
gazing.  At every plunge of the bows she would tremulously suck in her
breath and bite upon her under-lip with nervous twitchings of her
fingers, and a recoil of her whole figure against me.

"Oh, Herbert," she cried, "when shall we leave?  We shall be drowned."

I answered her that there was no fear of that.  "Though," said I, "but
for that ship heaving into sight and standing by us, our fate might
have been sealed before the close of the day."

"But how are we to get into the ship?" she cried, straining her eyes,
brilliant with emotion, at the vessel that hung, rolling stately, so
close by that I could distinguish the features of the crowds of people
who lined the rails staring at us.

I explained that the gale was slackening, that fair weather was at
hand, as one might tell by the gradual opening of the horizon, and the
clarification of the stuff that had been hanging in soot for hours and
hours low down over our splintered, withered-looking mast-head, and
that, in a short time, the sea would be sufficiently quiet to enable
the ship to lower one of the large white quarter-boats which were
hanging by davits inboards over the poop.

"The sea runs too high yet," said I, "not for a boat to live in, but to
take us off.  She might be swamped, stove, sunk alongside of us; and
there is time, plenty of time, my darling.  Whilst that ship keeps us
in view we are safe."

But though there might have been plenty of time, as I told her, the
passage of it was of a heart-subduing slowness.  It was some half-hour
or so after our coming on deck, that Caudel, quitting the pump at which
he had been taking a spell, approached me and said:

"You'll onderstand, of course, Mr. Barclay, that I, as master of this
yacht, sticks to her?"

"What!" cried I, "to be drowned?"

"I _sticks_ to her, sir,"
little craft persuaded her she was sinking even as we sit down in concert 
 gazing.   At every plunge of the bow she would tremulously absorb in her 
 breath and bite upon her under - brim with aflutter twitchings of her 
 fingers, and a recoil of her whole figure against me. 

 " Oh, Herbert, " she cry, " when shall we leave?   We shall be drowned. " 

 I answer her that there was no fear of that.   " Though, " said I, " but 
 for that ship heaving into sight and standing by us, our destiny might 
 have been sealed before the close of the day. " 

 " But how are we to perplex into the ship? " she cried, straining her eyes, 
 brilliant with emotion, at the vessel that hang, rolling stately, so 
 close by that I could distinguish the feature of the crowds of people 
 who lined the rails staring at us. 

 I excuse that the gale was slackening, that fair weather was at 
 hand, as one might tell by the gradual opening of the horizon, and the 
 clarification of the stuff that had been hanging in soot for hours and 
 hour low down over our splintered, withered - looking mast - headway, and 
 that, in a light time, the sea would be sufficiently quiet to enable 
 the ship to turn down one of the large white quarter - boats which were 
 attend by davits inboards over the poop. 

 " The sea runs too high even, " said I, " not for a boat to live in, but to 
 take us off.   She might be swamp, stove, sink alongside of us; and 
 there constitute time, plenty of time, my darling.   Whilst that ship keep us 
 in view we are safe. " 

 But though there might have been plenty of meter, as I told her, the 
 passage of it was of a heart - subduing retardation.   It was some half - hour 
 or so after our come on deck, that Caudel, discontinue the pump at which 
 he had been take a spell, approached me and said: 

 " You'll onderstand, of class, Mr. Barclay, that I, as master of this 
 yacht, sticks to her? " 

 " What! " cried I, " to be drowned? " 

 " I _ sticks _ to her, sir, "
 lihtle craft persuaded her she was sinkiny even es we szt togetfer
gazing.  At every plunge oh thw boww she would tremulouslh suck in her
brearh aid bite upon her under-lii witg nerrons twitchings on her
fingerv, and a recoil ow ker whole figure against me.

"Oh, Herbere," she ctifd, "when shall re ltavq?  Ws shall be drowned."

I answered her tgat thege was no fear of that.  "Though," said I, "but
fog thwt ship heaving inho sight ane stwbding by us, uur fate mpyht
have beeh sealed before the close of thd day."

"Yut how are ww tl get into tie shii?" she cried, sbgaining her eyrs,
brilliant wibh emmtiin, at the vessel that hung, rolling statgly, so
closa yy that I could distibgyish jhe faatufws uf uhe cdowds lf 'eople
who ljned the rauls staring at us.

I txpjqined that ths gale wws slackening, that fair weather was at
hdnd, as one might tell by tye gradual opening of the horison, and the
clarification of the stuff that had bean haigkng ik sour vor hours and
hours low down over our splinterqs, einhered-looking masb-head, and
that, in a sjotj time, the sea would be sufficiently quieh to enwble
tye ship tj loeer one of the large white wuarter-boats qhich were
hanging yy davits inyoards over the poop.

"The sea runs tuo hjgh yet," saif I, "not fkf a boat to live in, bgt to
takt us off.  She mighe be swam'ed, scove, suny alpngsidq of us; anf
therc is time, plenty of time, mf darling.  Whilst that ship keeps us
in vixx we are safe."

Nud tvough thzre minht have been pjenty of time, cs I tolb her, ghe
passage of it xas of a heawt-subduing slmaness.  It wav some hwlf-hiur
oe so afgdr our coming pn deck, tkct Caudel, quitting the pump at shich
he had beeu uajing a spell, alpruacref ke dnd said:

"You'ln onaerryand, uf course, Mv. Bxrclsy, that I, as master mf tgis
yacht, sticks to hcr?"

"What!" crued I, "to be drowned?"

"I _xticks_ to her, sir,"
little craft persuaded her she was sinking we together gazing. every plunge of suck her breath and upon her under-lip nervous twitchings of her fingers, and recoil of her whole figure against me. "Oh, Herbert," she cried, "when shall leave? We shall be drowned." I answered her that there was no fear that. said "but that ship heaving into sight and standing by us, our fate might have been sealed before close of the day." "But how are we get into the ship?" cried, straining her eyes, brilliant emotion, the vessel hung, stately, close by that could distinguish the features of the crowds of people who lined the rails staring at us. I that the slackening, that weather at as one might the gradual opening of the horizon, of the stuff that had been hanging in for hours hours low down over our splintered, mast-head, and that, in a short time, the would be sufficiently quiet to enable the ship to lower one of the large white were hanging by davits over the poop. sea too yet," I, "not a boat to live in, but to take us off. She be swamped, stove, sunk alongside of us; and there is of my darling. Whilst ship keeps us in we safe." But though there been of told the of it was of heart-subduing slowness. It was some or so after our quitting the pump at which he had been a spell, approached me and said: "You'll of course, Mr. Barclay, that I, as master of this yacht, sticks her?" "What!" "to be drowned?" "I _sticks_ to her, sir,"
 little craft persuaded her shE was sinkinG even As wE saT tOgetHer
gAzing.  At every plUNge oF the bows she would tremulOusly SuCK in hER
bReath And bite UPoN HEr uNdEr-Lip WiTH nErvouS twItchingS of her
fingErs, AnD a recoil of heR WhOle figure aGaiNst me.

"Oh, HerbeRt," sHe crieD, "wHen SHall wE leAve?  We Shall bE DrowneD."

I answereD hER that tHEre was nO FEaR of tHat.  "Though," said I, "but
FOr THat ship heaving Into siGhT AnD STanDinG by us, our faTe Might
HAve been SEaLED BefORe the close of tHe day."

"But how ARe wE to get InTo tHE ship?" sHe criEd, STraIning her eyeS,
briLliant witH emotiON, at the vESsel thaT hung, rOllIng StatELy, So
CloSe BY thAT I CouLD diStinguisH tHe FeatuRes oF THE CrowDs oF peoPle
whO lined the railS stArinG At uS.

I expLaineD thaT tHe galE was slAckenInG, that fair weatheR was At
hand, as oNe mIgHt tElL by thE GraduaL opEniNg of the Horizon, ANd tHe
CLARiFication of the stuff ThAT HaD been hanGing in SOoT fOR hours anD
hOurS low DOWn oveR our SPlIntered, wIthereD-LoOkIng mast-HeAd, and
tHaT, in A shOrt tiME, the Sea wouLd be suffIcienTLy quiet to enablE
The ship to loweR OnE OF tHE larGe wHite quarter-BoatS WhicH werE
HaNgiNG by daVits iNbOArDS over the poop.

"The sea rUnS too hiGh yet," Said I, "not for a bOat to live iN, BUT to
take uS off.  sHe MIght be swamped, sTove, sUnk alongsiDE of us; and
There Is time, plEnty of timE, MY darling.  whiLst ThaT shIP KeEps us
in view we ARE safE."

BUt thougH thEre mighT haVe bEen PleNtY of time, as i told her, ThE
pAsSaGe oF it waS Of a heart-SuBduInG slOwnesS.  it was sOme haLf-hoUr
Or SO afTer our cOMiNG On deCk, ThAt CaUdeL, qUittiNg thE PumP at whicH
he had beeN taKIng a SpElL, approaChed me and said:

"yoU'll onderstAnD, of Course, mR. barclay, tHat I, as master of this
yacht, STicks to Her?"

"what!" cRied i, "to be drowNed?"

"i _stickS_ to HEr, sir,"
 little craft persuaded he r she wassinki ngeve nas w e sa t together
gaz i ng. At every plunge of th e bow ss he w o ul d tre mulousl y  s u c k i nhe r
b re a th  andbit e uponher under- lip  w ith nervoust wi tchings of  he r
fingers, a nda reco il  of her w hol e fig ure ag a inst m e.

"Oh,He r bert," she cri e d ,"whe n shall we leave?  W e  shall be drow ned."
I an s w ere d h er that th er e was no fear of t h at.  "Though," sa id I, "butf orthat s hi p h e avingintosi g htand standin g by  us, ourfate m i ght
hav e  been s ealedbef ore  the cl os e o ft hed ay .""Bu t how ar ewe  to g et i n t o theshi p?"she c ried, straini nghere yes ,
bri llian t wi th  emot ion, a t the  v essel that hung , ro lling sta tel y,  so 
c loseb y that  Icou ld dist inguish the  f e a t ur es of the crowds o fp e op le
who l ined t h era i ls stari ng  at  us. I exp lain e dthat the  galew as  s lackeni ng , that  f air  we ather wasat
han d, as on e mig h t tell by theg radual openin g  o f th e  hor izo n, and theclar i fica tion of  th e  stuf f tha th ad been hanging in soo tfor ho urs a nd
hours lowdown overo u r  splinte red, wi t hered-lookingmast- head, andt hat, ina sho rt time,  the seaw o uld be s uff ici ent lyq u ie t to enable
t h e  shi pto lowe r o ne of t helar gewhi te  quarter- boats wh ic hwe re 
ha nging by davit sinb oa rds  over the po op.
"The  s ea run s too h i gh y et,"  s ai d I,  "n ot  fora bo a t t o livein, but t o
t a ke u sof f.  She  might be swa mp ed, stove,  s unk  along s i de of us ; and
there is time, pl e nty oftim e, my  dar ling.  Wh ils t that  sh i p keep s us
i n vie wwea r e saf e . "
Bu tthough the r e  mi ght h av e be en plen ty of time, as I t o ldher, the
pass age  ofi t  w aso fa  he ar t -su b d uing slowness. It was so me ha lf-hour
or soaf ter our  coming  on d e ck, tha t Caudel,  quitting  t he p u m p a t which
he  had bee n takinga  spel l ,appro ach ed mean d s aid:
"You' l l o nders tand,of  cours e, Mr .Barclay,  that I, as master of t his
ya cht,sti cks to he r?" 
"W hat!" cri ed I , "to be d row ned ?"

" I _ s ticks _ to he r,s ir,"
 little_craft persuaded_her she was sinking_even as_we_sat together
gazing.__At every plunge_of the bows_she would tremulously suck_in her
breath and_bite_upon her under-lip with nervous twitchings of her
fingers, and a recoil of her whole_figure_against me.

"Oh,_Herbert,"_she_cried, "when shall we leave?_ We shall be drowned."

I_answered her_that there was no fear of that. _"Though,"_said I, "but
for_that ship heaving into sight and standing by us,_our fate might
have been sealed before_the close of_the_day."

"But_how are we to_get into the ship?" she cried,_straining her eyes,
brilliant with emotion, at_the vessel that hung, rolling stately, so
close_by that I could distinguish the_features of the crowds of_people
who lined_the rails staring at us.

I_explained that the_gale was_slackening, that fair_weather was at
hand, as one might_tell by the_gradual opening of the horizon, and_the
clarification_of the stuff_that_had_been hanging_in soot for_hours_and
hours low_down_over our splintered, withered-looking mast-head, and
that,_in_a short time, the sea would be_sufficiently quiet to enable
the_ship_to lower one of_the large white quarter-boats which_were
hanging by davits inboards over the_poop.

"The sea_runs too_high yet," said I, "not for a boat to live in,_but to
take us off.  She_might be swamped, stove,_sunk alongside_of_us; and
there is_time,_plenty of_time, my darling.  Whilst that ship_keeps us
in_view we are safe."

But though there_might have been plenty_of_time, as I told her, the
passage_of it was of a heart-subduing_slowness.  It was some_half-hour
or_so_after our coming on deck,_that Caudel, quitting the pump at_which
he had been_taking a spell, approached me and said:

"You'll_onderstand,_of course, Mr. Barclay, that I,_as_master of this
yacht, sticks to her?"

"What!"_cried_I,_"to be drowned?"

"I _sticks_ to_her, sir,"