(Bow said, after a while, that he did not feel himself a sufficiently accomplished oarsman to pull with me, but that he would sit still, if I would allow him, and study my stroke.

He said it interested him.) But, notwithstanding all this, and try as I would, I could not help an occasional flicker of water from going over those dresses.
The girls did not complain, but they huddled up close together, and set their lips firm, and every time a drop touched them, they visibly shrank and shuddered.

It was a noble sight to see them suffering thus in silence, but it unnerved me altogether.

I am too sensitive.

I got wild and fitful in my rowing, and splashed more and more, the harder I tried not to.
I gave it up at last; I said I'd row bow.