There was no rest and peace and security but on the sea.
This gave one a view of Captain Anthony as a hermit withdrawn from a wicked world.

It was amusingly unexpected to me and nothing more.

But it must have appealed straight to that bruised and battered young soul.
Still shrinking from his nearness she had ended by listening to him with avidity.

His deep murmuring voice soothed her.

And she thought suddenly that there was peace and rest in the grave too.
She heard him say: "Look at my sister.