'Wasn't he true to himself, wasn't he?
His saved life was over for want of ground under his feet, for want of sights for his eyes, for want of voices in his ears.

Annihilation--hey! And all the time it was only a clouded sky, a sea that did not break, the air that did not stir.

Only a night; only a silence.
'It lasted for a while, and then they were suddenly and unanimously moved to make a noise over their escape.

"I knew from the first she would go." "Not a minute too soon." "A narrow squeak, b'gosh!" He said nothing, but the breeze that had dropped came back, a gentle draught freshened steadily, and the sea joined its murmuring voice to this talkative reaction succeeding the dumb moments of awe.

She was gone! She was gone! Not a doubt of it.