The boat swayed as the others leaped, and he held her close meanwhile.

Her eyes closed, she shuddered and went white.

When he put her down, she covered her face with her hands, trembling.

Then, suddenly she came huddling in a heap, and burst into tears.
They slipped the painter, a sailor took Andree's place at the helm, the oars were got out, and they made over to the channel, grazing the bar once or twice, by reason of the now heavy load.
Warren Gasgoyne and Gaston had not yet spoken in the way of greeting.
The former went to Delia now and said a few cheery words, but, from behind her handkerchief, she begged him to leave her alone for a moment.
"Nerves, all nerves, Mr.Belward," he said, turning towards Gaston.
"But, then, it was ticklish-ticklish." They did not shake hands.

Gaston was looking at Delia, and he did not reply.
Mr.Gasgoyne continued: "Nasty sea coming on--afraid to try Point du Raz.