"I am ashamed." And, dropping her head, she looked in a moment the very picture of remorse and shame.
"Well, you will be going away from all its horrors," I said.

"And surely you are not afraid of the sea.

You are a sailor's granddaughter, I understand." She sighed deeply.

She remembered her grandfather only a little.

He was a clean-shaven man with a ruddy complexion and long, perfectly white hair.