Is that right, when one of us may live ?" Her very candor had betrayed her.

She would go away with these monstrous captors, endure them, even flatter them, until she and they were far removed from the island.

And then--she would kill herself.

In her innocence she imagined that self-destruction, under such circumstances, was a pardonable offence.

She only gave a life to save a life, and greater love than this is not known to God or man.
The sailor, in a tempest of wrath and wild emotion, had it in his mind to compel her into reason, to shake her, as one shakes a wayward child.
He rose to his knees with this half-formed notion in his fevered brain.
Then he looked at her, and a mist seemed to shut her out from his sight.