For the young man appeared to derive considerable pleasure from listening, from watching her and from questioning her too--still, gently and courteously though closely, as if each detail were of interest and of value.
"And now you know all about it, Captain Faircloth," Damaris said in conclusion, essaying to laugh at her own discomfiture.

"And I am very tired, so if you will be kind enough to row me across the ferry, I shall be grateful to you, and glad, please, to go home at once." "By all means," he answered.

"Only, you know, I can't very well let you cut your feet to pieces on these cruel stones, so I am just going to carry you up over the Bar"-- "No--no--I can perfectly well walk.

I mean to walk--see," she cried.
And started courageously up the rough ascent, only to slip, after a few paces, and to stagger.

For as soon as she attempted to move, she felt herself not only weak, but oddly faint and giddy.