I marched once more at the head of my clubs to Finsbury Fields, and there I saw Captain Merriman--drat him!--with his vile lips at a maiden's ear.

And I passed, too, along the village street at Kingston where met me my mistress and her sweet daughter; and as I looked back, Jeannette turned too and-- What was that?
Surely in the darkness I saw something! No.

All was pitch black.

The wind roared through the rigging, and the water seethed up at the plunging prow.

But though I saw nothing, I felt the pursuer near; so near, I wondered not to hear the swish of her keel through the waves.