She saw him, in fancy, miserable and proud, with his pale face and keen, clever eyes fixed upon her in hatred, as the cause of his unhappiness, and then the idea occurred to her to put on sailor's clothes and go and seek him out in the world.

But if she were to find him, she knew, on the other hand, that for very shame she dared not show herself before him, having as good as belonged to another; and she would not for all the world read her hard dismissal in his eye.

She laid her head upon her arms on the window-sill and sobbed convulsively, until at length she dropped off to sleep where she sat.
She had been three years in the Garvloits' house when Garvloit had the misfortune to run his vessel aground out near Amland, where she became a wreck.

He lost with her nearly all he had in the world, and what was worse, all prospect of livelihood for the future as skipper.
An uncomfortable feeling prevailed now in the house, and Elizabeth saw with regret that she would have to leave.

Garvloit, who in figure resembled some thick, short-legged animal of the sea, a seal or walrus come on land, had become perceptibly reduced in flesh, and went about all day long in his shirtsleeves, fanning himself with a large silk pocket-handkerchief.