You go and see to it, will you ?" Hozier made off at a run.
Iris recalled the last time she heard similar words.

She shuddered.
Would that placid foreshore blaze out into a roar of artillery, and the worn-out _Unser Fritz_, like the worn-out _Andromeda_, stagger and lurch into a watery grave.
But the only noise that jarred the peaceful night was the rattle of the cable and winch.

The ship fell away a few feet, and was held.

There was no moving light on the river.

Not even a police boat or Customs launch had put off.