It flashed into her mind that if she let him go she might even now save herself, but even in that last terror this Beatrice would not do.

If he went, she would go with him.
It would have been better if she had let him go.
Down she went--down, down! "I will hold him," Beatrice said in her heart; "I will hold him till I die." Then came waves of light and a sound as of wind whispering through the trees, and--all grew dark.
* * * * * "I tell yer it ain't no good, Eddard," shouted a man in the boat to an old sailor who was leaning forward in the bows peering into the darkness.

"We shall be right on to the Table Rocks in a minute and all drown together.

Put about, mate--put about." "Damn yer," screamed the old man, turning so that the light from the lantern fell on his furrowed, fiercely anxious face and long white hair streaming in the wind.

"Damn yer, ye cowards.