To obey her, he opened the door, and flung her brother through it.
"Put that rubbish under hatches until I call for it again," he roared, and shut the door.
Composing himself, he turned to the girl again with a deprecatory smile.
But no smile answered him from her set face.

She had seen her beloved hero's nature in curl-papers, as it were, and she found the spectacle disgusting and terrifying.

It recalled the brutal slaughter of the Dutch captain, and suddenly she realized that what her brother had just said of this man was no more than true.

Fear growing to panic was written on her face, as she stood there leaning for support against the table.
"Why, sweetheart, what is this ?" Levasseur moved towards her.

She recoiled before him.