1 I had never seen fear so strongly stamped upon a human face.
2 Tis him that'll put the fear of God in their rotten black hearts.
3 Fear was strong in their faces, and the devilishness which comes of fear.
4 Thomas Mugridge lives in mortal fear of him, and is afraid to venture on deck after dark.
5 But the rest of the hands had a lively fear of consequences to come and gave no heed to him.
6 I was without confidence in the future, extremely doubtful, and yet I felt no underlying fear.
7 "You have eyes, you have seen," I answered, almost brutally, what of the pain and fear at my own heart.
8 Mugridge seemed to be in rabid fear of the water, and he exhibited a nimbleness and speed we did not dream he possessed.
9 I was in fear that a struggle might take place, but a cry from the helmsman made it easy for the situation to save itself.
10 Mugridge's face was livid with fear at what he had done and at what he might expect sooner or later from the man he had stabbed.
11 "'Tis the fear iv death at the hearts iv them," Louis muttered in my ear, as I passed forward to see to taking in the flying jib and staysail.
12 Whatever was to be done I must do for myself; and out of the courage of fear I evolved the plan of fighting Thomas Mugridge with his own weapons.
13 Round and round the decks they went, Mugridge sick with fear, the sailors hallooing and shouting directions to one another, and the hunters bellowing encouragement and laughter.
14 In spite of his fear at the reckoning he must expect to pay for what he had done, he could see that it had been an object-lesson to me, and he became more domineering and exultant.
15 He drew himself inboard with a quick effort, and arose to his feet, glancing swiftly, as he did so, at the man at the wheel, as though to assure himself of his identity and that there was nothing to fear from him.
16 I remember the scene impelled me to sudden laughter, and in the next instant I realized I was becoming hysterical myself; for these were women of my own kind, like my mother and sisters, with the fear of death upon them and unwilling to die.
17 It is no pleasant picture I can conjure up of myself, Humphrey Van Weyden, in that noisome ship's galley, crouched in a corner over my task, my face raised to the face of the creature about to strike me, my lips lifted and snarling like a dog's, my eyes gleaming with fear and helplessness and the courage that comes of fear and helplessness.
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