"Killing is horrible," and she shivered again, "But being killed is worse ... and to fall into the hands of a man like that would be even worse still. What will be the end of it all?"
But that was beyond him, and their hearts were heavy over it.
XXXVII
"Is it often like this?" asked The Girl depressedly, on the third day of mist.
"I'm afraid there's a good deal of it. We've had it three or four times since we came. It may be worse in the winter."
"I wish we could get away."
"I wish so too, but I don't see how we're to manage it ... unless, sometime, a boat washes ashore among the wreckage. And even then ... without Macro to manage it..." and he shook his head unhopefully. "... In the meantime I count it marvellous gain that you should have come——"
And at that it was her turn to shake her head. "I don't know. I seem to have brought more harm than good."
"It has made all the difference in the world."
"Yes, it has set you two by the ears and put you in peril of your life. That is not a good work."