You must be careful where you go." And then, with an anxious face, he went in pursuit of Vickers.
Sarah Purfoy stood motionless for an instant, in deadly terror.

Her lips parted, her eyes glittered, and she made a movement as though to retrace her steps.
"Poor soul!" thought honest Blunt, "how she feels for the child! D---- that lubberly surgeon, he's hurt her!--Never mind, my lass," he said aloud.

It was broad daylight, and he had not as much courage in love-making as at night.

"Don't be afraid.

I've been in ships with fever before now." Awaking, as it were, at the sound of his voice, she came closer to him.
"But ship fever! I have heard of it! Men have died like rotten sheep in crowded vessels like this." "Tush! Not they.