If fiery longing could melt solid rock, that barrier had disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.
The time passed very slowly with me.

I spent most of it against the bars, peering out at the sea.

Once or twice distant boats passed across my narrow view, and I wondered who were in them.

And I thought sadly of the folk in Peter Port still looking hopefully for the _Swallow_, and following her possible fortunes, and wishing her good luck--and she and all her crew, except myself, at the bottom of the sea, as foully murdered as ever men in this world were.
Twice each day Torode himself brought me food and watched me steadfastly while I ate it.

His oversight and interest never seemed to slacken.