"He has no faith in me;" and she laid her head--her beautiful head--down upon her arm, just as her own child might have done, in an inconsolable fit of crying.

But to her no tears would come, and she seemed to see an abyss of suspicion and distrust before her in which Salve's love for her was going to disappear.
She heard no longer the creaking and the noise on deck--no longer cared about the lurching and the thuds against the head-seas--although she had often to hold on to the berth with all her strength.

All the energy of her soul was now occupied with this one awful terror which had taken possession of her.

All her defiance was gone.

Her only source of courage now was to do anything or everything to keep his love.