William Clark Russell,
The Wreck of the Grosvenor, Volume 3 of 3
“ Cornish ran from the wheel, and springing on to the rail, shook his fist at the departing vessel, raving, and cursing her with horrible, blasphemous words, black in the face with his mad and useless rage.The boatswain took his place and grasped the wheel, never speaking a word.I was aroused from the stupor that had come over me, the effect of excessive emotion, by Miss Robertson putting her hand in mine."Be brave!" she whispered, with her mouth close to my ear. "God is with us still. My dead father would not deceive me. We shall be saved yet. Have courage, and be your own true self again!" ”
