...That insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life.

“Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my hea…”

“It was not very long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious…”

“You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the to…”

“And what is the sea?" asked Will. "The sea!" cried the miller. "Lord help us a…”