To be carried away in that ignominious manner, from the very center of his friends, from a town in which he had lived, and that he knew so well was a terrible blow to his pride.

For the moment apprehension about the future was drowned in mortification.
He heard heavy footsteps overhead, and the sound of commands, and the schooner began to move.

He continued to stand on the bunk, with his eyes at the porthole.

He was able to see a dark shore, moving past, slowly at first and then faster.

The dim outlines of houses showed and he would have shouted for help, but he knew that it was impossible to make any one hear, and pride restrained.
The blurred outlines of the houses ceased and Albany was gone.