Some of Captain Holt's blunt, outspoken criticisms floated through her brain.
"Have you any reason for wanting to leave here ?" she asked, raising her eyes and looking straight at Lucy.
"No, certainly not.

How foolish, dear, to ask me! I'm never so happy as when I am with you." "Well, why then should you want to give up your home and all the comforts you need--your flowers, garden, and everything you love, and this porch, which you have just made so charming, to go to a damp, half-completed hotel, without a shrub about it--only a stretch of desolate sand with the tide going in and out ?" There was a tone of suspicion in Jane's voice that Lucy had never heard from her sister's lips--never, in all her life.
"Oh, because I love the tides, if nothing else," she answered with a sentimental note in her voice.

"Every six hours they bring me a new message.

I could spend whole mornings watching the tides come and go.
During my long exile you don't know how I dreamed every night of the dear tides of Barnegat.

If you had been away from all you love as many years as I have, you would understand how I could revel in the sound of the old breakers." For some moments Jane did not answer.