Now he's gone back, and I must see him, at any price, to-morrow, or I cannot save that arm.
I couldn't hurry like a butcher, and so there will be many a man in pain this night." Marion Dearsley was deeply stirred.

"I wish I could go round with you to-morrow and search out any bad cases." "I must tell you that, so far as I can see, almost every conceivable kind of accident happens during a violent gale--everything, from death to a black eye.

But, all the same, I wish you _could_ come with me." Blair burst into his jolly laugh; he was such a droll dog was Blair, and he _would_ have his joke, and he _would_ set up sometimes, as a sly rascal, don't you know--though he was the tenderest and kindest of beings.
"This is what your fine scheme has come to, is it?
Oh! I see a grand chance for the novel-writers." Oh, Blair was indeed a knowing customer.

He made Ferrier look a little foolish; but the ladies knew him, Tom Lennard adored him, and the grand, calm Marion smiled gently on him.

In the case of any other man it would have seemed like sacrilege to talk of a sentimental flirtation before that young woman; but then she sometimes called him Uncle John and sometimes Mr.Blair, according to the company they were in; so what would you have?
After tea came the men's time for smoking; the bitter night was thick with stars; the rime lay on the bulwarks, and, when the moon came out, the vessel was like a ghostly fabric.