If this is all the thanks I get for wasting my time down here, I shall go on deck again." Miles became uneasy.
"There are plenty of agreeable people there." Miles took a step after her.
"Mr.Frere will let me go in, I dare say, if I ask him." Miles swore under his breath.
"Dom Mr.Frere! Go in if yer like," he said.

"I won't stop yer, but remember what I'm doin' of." She turned again at the foot of the ladder, and came quickly back.
"That's a good lad.

I knew you would not refuse me"; and smiling at the poor lad she was befooling, she passed into the cabin.
There was no lantern, and from the partially-blocked stern windows came only a dim, vaporous light.

The dull ripple of the water as the ship rocked on the slow swell of the sea made a melancholy sound, and the sick man's heavy breathing seemed to fill the air.

The slight noise made by the opening door roused him; he rose on his elbow and began to mutter.