The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle
The dockside was deserted and growing darker. I felt like taking myself up the gangplank in search of Mr. Grummage. But, alas, my good manners prevailed. I remained where I was, standing in a dream-like state, thinking I know not what. (1.61)
"But Mr. Grummage, sir," I asked in dismay, "what shall I do?"
"Do?" Miss Doyle, your father left orders that you were to travel on this ship at this time. I've very specific, written orders in that regard. He left no money to arrange otherwise. As for myself, he said, "I'm off for Scotland tonight on pressing business." (1.70-1.71)
Thus I forced myself to believe that I had acted the part of a foolish schoolgirl too apt to make the worst of strange surroundings. And so I found a way to set aside my worries and fears. (7.25)