"Selfish people of your type are somewhat rare, Miss Deane." Not a conversation worth noting, perhaps, save in so far as it is typical of the trite utterances of people striving to recover from some tremendous ordeal.

Epigrams delivered at the foot of the scaffold have always been carefully prepared beforehand.
The bandage was ready; one end was well soaked in brandy.

She moved towards the cave, but he cried-- "Wait one minute.

I want to get a couple of crowbars." "What for ?" "I must go back there." He jerked his head in the direction of the reef.

She uttered a little sob of dismay.
"I will incur no danger this time," he explained.