This nurse, Miss Antoinette Medley, was a black-eyed, slender girl with pretty hands and white teeth; she gestured a great deal and smiled often.

She and Dr.Farnsworth devoted themselves at once to the young anarchist poet, who had come out of his stupor, indeed, but was now babbling weakly in the delirium of fever.
The night was not a cheerful one, and morning came gloomily out of a gray bank of mist.

Cleggett, as he looked about the boat in the first pale light, could not resist a slight feeling of depression, courageous as he was.

The wounded man gibbered in a bunk in the forecastle.

The box of Reginald Maltravers stood on one end, leaning against the port side of the cabin, and dripped steadily.