He thought of her only; scarcely once had his mind wandered from her to Miriam, the girl he had loved, the girl for whom he had sacrificed himself.
Sometimes, when he put his hand in his breast pocket, he could feel the five-pound note; and whenever he did so, back came the scene, and his heart grew warm.
The bad weather lasted for a week; then the storm abated, the sea grew calmer, and one morning the invalids began to crawl up to the deck.
Derrick, busy with the horses, some of which had suffered terribly, paused for a moment and looked at the wretched folk as they emerged from the companion-way.

One of them was Alice Merton, and he was moved to such pity by the sight of her white face and evident weakness that he put down his curry-comb and brush and went to help her.

Her face was flooded with colour as she raised her piteous blue eyes to him, and her hand shook as he drew it through his arm.
"You'll be as right as a trivet--I don't know what a trivet is, by the way--before very long," he assured her.

"It's wonderful how you pull round, especially in such air as this.

Here, I'll rig up a little nest against the warm side.