In this peaceful corner his thoughts ran freely and in sympathy with the turmoil of wind and wave.
How unfair it all was! Why had he been singled out for such misery?
What gleam of hope or comfort was left to his miserable life since he had heard the words of Stephen; those dreadful words which had shattered in an instant all the cherished hopes of his life.

Too well he remembered the tone and look of scorn with which the horrible truths had been conveyed to him.

In his inmost soul he accepted them as truths; Stephen's soul had framed them and Stephen's lips had sent them forth.
From his position behind the screen he did not see the approaching figure of Mr.Stonehouse, and was astonished when he saw his head rise above the edge of the tank as he climbed the straight Jacob's ladder behind the wheelhouse.

The elder man paused as he saw him and said in an apologetic way: 'Will you forgive my intruding on your privacy?
I wanted to speak to you alone; and as I saw you come here a while ago I thought it would be a good opportunity.' Harold was rising as he spoke.
'By all means.

This place is common property.