As a minister of the gospel for half a lifetime, he had never had quite such a wildly disordered mind.

He wiped the perspiration from his brow.

He groaned in spirit so that moans escaped from his lips.

The sea was beautifully still, but rather would he have had it as wild and as boisterous as that which was within his heart.
The man paused now and then at the rail.

The Irish coast was not far away, and the lights of ships could be seen, westward bound.