Her mother and Captain Willis stood by, watching her with a sort of superstitions awe.

She took no notice either of Thurnall or of the Lieutenant, as the doctor identified the bodies one by one, without a remark which indicated any human emotion.
"A very sensible man, Willis," said the Lieutenant apart, as Tom knelt awhile to examine the crushed features of a sailor; and then looking up said simply,-- "James Macgillivray, second mate.

Cause of death, contusions; probably by the fall of the main-mast." "A very sensible man, and has seen a deal of life, and kept his eyes open; but a terrible hard-plucked one.

Talked like a book to me all the way; but, be hanged if I don't think he has a thirty-two pound shot under his ribs instead of a heart .-- Doctor Thurnall, that is Miss Harvey,--the young person who saved your life last night." Tom rose, took off his hat (Frank Headley's), and made her a bow, of which an ambassador need not have been ashamed.
"I am exceedingly shocked that Miss Harvey should have run so much danger for anything so worthless as my life." She looked up at him, and answered, not him, but her own thoughts.
"Strange, is it not, that it was a duty to pray for all these poor things last night, and a sin to pray for them this morning ?" "Grace, dear!" interposed her mother, "don't you hear the gentleman thanking you ?" She started, as one awaking out of a dream, and looked into his face, blushing scarlet.
"Good heavens, what a beautiful creature!" said Tom to himself, as quite a new emotion passed through him.

Quite new it was, whatsoever it was; and he was aware of it.