Ay; she is true to him--more's the pity." "Why--you would not have her false ?" I asked.
"Nay, nay--for a false woman deserves death--but still it is a pity Teresa should have fixed her love on Carmelo.

Such a man! One day the gendarmes will have him, then he will be in the galleys for life, and she will die.

Yes--you may be sure of that! If grief does not kill her quickly enough, then she will kill herself, that is certain! She is slight and frail to look at as a flower, but her soul is strong as iron.

She, will have her own way in death as well as in love--some women are made so, and it is generally the weakest-looking among them who have the most courage." Our conversation was here interrupted by one of the sailors who came for his master's orders.

The talkative skipper, with an apologetic smile and bow, placed his box of cigarettes beside me where I sat, and left me to my own reflections.
I was not sorry to be alone.