"It was good of you to think of coming home.

Don't go away, for a bit." It was the first time he had asked anything of her.
Another fortnight passed before they heard from Arthur, and then he wrote them both from Hull.

He would be somewhere in the North Sea, mine sweeping, when they read his letters.

He had hoped to get a day or two to run across and say good-bye; but the need for men was pressing and he had not liked to plead excuses.

The boat by which he had managed to leave Bergen had gone down.