Yet I would not abase myself, being now in my turn sore and therefore obstinate.

With slow strokes I propelled the boat towards Dover town.
For half an hour I rowed; dusk fell, and I saw the lights of Dover.

A gentler mood came on me.

I rested an instant, and, leaning forward, said to Barbara: "Yet I must thank you.

Had I been in peril, you would have saved me." No answer came.
"I perceived that you were moved by my fancied danger," I persisted.
Then she spoke clearly, calmly, and coldly.
"I wouldn't have a dog drown under my eyes," said she.