What do you say, Louise ?" "Certainly." Roland went on: "And in that way you will not lose sight of us among the crowd which throngs the breakwater when the great liners sail.

It is impossible to distinguish your own friends in the mob.

Does that meet your views ?" "Yes, to be sure; that is settled." An hour later he was lying in his berth--a little crib as long and narrow as a coffin.

There he remained with his eyes wide open for a long time, thinking over all that had happened during the last two months of his life, especially in his own soul.

By dint of suffering and making others suffer, his aggressive and revengeful anguish had lost its edge, like a blunted sword.