All the time I lay on the sand I watched him, though I expected to be blown to pieces every single moment.

Oh! what a nasty sensation it was! I expected to find all my hair turned grey.

But, thank Heaven, I don't see a streak in it!" To make sure of that, she went to the glass again.
"If all mine had turned grey, 'twould be no odds to nobody--as Captain Zeb says about his income--because I am intended for an old maid." Miss Darling, whose beauty still lacked many years of its prime, turned away for a moment, because her eyes were glistening, and her sister was tired of the subject.

"But for yours there are fifty to weep, Dolly.
Especially perhaps this young gentleman, towards whom you feel so much gratitude." "How unkind you are, Faith! All the gratitude I owe him is for saving your life.

As for myself, I was flat upon the sand, with a heap of sea-weed between me and the thing.