A great cold wave had swept in off the uncharted seas and flooded my little beach, and covered it with wreckage.

What was I to do?
I knew that I couldn't punish him.

I couldn't bear to speak to him even, so I turned and walked slowly away.
My dear, careless old uncle was in great danger.

As I think of it now, what a whited sepulchre he had become in a moment! Had I better consult Mr.Wright?
No.

My pride in my uncle and my love for him would not permit it.