Anyhow, this morning I--I have never done any harm to any God's creature knowingly--I prayed.

A sudden impulse--I went flop on my knees; so you may judge--" They were gazing earnestly into each other's eyes.

Poor Morrison added, as a discouraging afterthought: "Only this is such a God-forsaken spot." Heyst inquired with a delicate intonation whether he might know the amount for which the brig was seized.
Morrison suppressed an oath, and named curtly a sum which was in itself so insignificant that any other person than Heyst would have exclaimed at it.

And even Heyst could hardly keep incredulity out of his politely modulated voice as he asked if it was a fact that Morrison had not that amount in hand.
Morrison hadn't.

He had only a little English gold, a few sovereigns, on board.