Sabine Baring-Gould

“ Take my word for it, Jael, after you’ve got the better of that pie and come to an understanding with the bottle, by that time the world will look a different colour to you than it does at this minute; and what is more, by and by we’ll be out of this nasty sea, and under the lea of the Kent coast and be running into the Thames. If you’d prefer to be below in the cabin, come along, but the chaps are free-tongued, and you mightn’t like it.’
‘I will stay here,’ said Jael, in a tone of indifference, and then, with sudden vehemence, ‘Jerry! you mean me fair. ”

“ Then Jeremiah Mustard came to the entrance and crept in a little way, kneeling on one knee, stooping, and holding the sides of the hatch.
‘How are you, Jael? You do not mind the sea?’
‘No, Jerry.’
‘Glad to be away from Mrs Bagg, eh? Glad to have turned your back on wretchedness and set your face towards prosperity, eh?’
‘I don’t know that I am glad,’ she said simply, then raised her face from her hand, and laid her hands folded on the planks. Her right cheek was crimson as a carnation, through the pressure of her hand, but the other was very pale. ‘I am not glad, I am not happy at all. ”

“ His arms were extended clasping the sides of the door, and he was on one knee, the other foot was within the little cabin.
She knelt before him, she clasped her hands and laid them on her bosom.
‘Jerry,’ she said, ‘you mean fairly, truly, honestly by me?’
‘My dear Jael,’ he replied, ‘of course I do. You must trust me.’
‘Trust you,’ she said; ‘I have no one else to trust. I loved my father, and he has turned against me; he does not love me. ”