Meanwhile, luck go with your wooing, and may it turn out as happy as my own." This kindness quite humbled and abashed me.

I had been guilty of meanness and disloyalty, and this noble way of passing it over took all the conceit out of me.
I returned crestfallen, with slow steps, to the captain's hotel.

Even the news of Tim's safety failed to inspirit me.

"The most charming lady in Ireland," were the words that rang in my ears; and who was I--common seaman, sneak, and cadger--to aspire to such as her?
Would she, I wondered, ever care to take a flower from me as she had taken one from Captain Lestrange that morning?
I was half minded to beg Captain Swift for leave to remain behind in Dublin.

But then the thought of the peril that threatened her urged me to go forward.