After a few words of common-place morning greeting, he, too, began to walk backwards and forwards, while Ellinor sat quietly watching the lovely island receding fast from her view--a beautiful vision never to be seen again by her mortal eyes.
Suddenly there was a shock and stound all over the vessel, her progress was stopped, and a rocking vibration was felt everywhere.

The quarter- deck was filled with blasts of steam, which obscured everything.

Sick people came rushing up out of their berths in strange undress; the steerage passengers--a motley and picturesque set of people, in many varieties of gay costume--took refuge on the quarter-deck, speaking loudly in all varieties of French and Italian _patois_.

Ellinor stood up in silent, wondering dismay.

Was the _Santa Lucia_ going down on the great deep, and Dixon unaided in his peril?
Dr.Livingstone was by her side in a moment.