Great lumps were rising in Harvey's throat, and his stomach reminded him of the day when he fell from the liner.
"May 10th .-- Schooner _We're Here_ [the blood tingled all over him] Otto Svendson, 20, single, City, lost overboard." Once more a low, tearing cry from somewhere at the back of the hall.
"She shouldn't ha' come.

She shouldn't ha' come," said Long Jack, with a cluck of pity.
"Don't scrowge, Harve," grunted Dan.

Harvey heard that much, but the rest was all darkness spotted with fiery wheels.

Disko leaned forward and spoke to his wife, where she sat with one arm round Mrs.Cheyne, and the other holding down the snatching, catching, ringed hands.
"Lean your head daown--right daown!" he whispered.

"It'll go off in a minute." "I ca-an't! I do-don't! Oh, let me--" Mrs.Cheyne did not at all know what she said.
"You must," Mrs.Troop repeated.