She looked after him in alarm, her eyes wide with the fear that he was bereft of reason.

Down the rocks and up the beach he fled, disappearing among the strangely shaped trees and underbrush that marked the outskirts of the jungle.

Again she leaned back against the rock and looked at the unfriendly billows beyond, a feeling that she sat deserted forever on that barren shore plunging her soul into the very lowest pits of wretchedness.
Hours afterward he crept painfully from the cool, lonely jungle into the bright glare of the beach,--calmer, more rational, cursing no more.
A shudder swept over him, a chill penetrated to the marrow of his bones as he looked again upon the sea.

His eyes sought the rocks upon which he had left her; his heart was full of an eagerness to comfort her and be comforted in return.
She still sat upon the rock and he hurried toward her.

As on his first approach, she did not move.