How could a German refugee in Barcelona manage to slip into France where she was undoubtedly known by the military police ?...

And still more exasperating was his suspicion that this resemblance might have awakened a remnant of the old love which made him see Freya in every blonde woman.
At nine o'clock the following morning, while the captain was in his stateroom dressing to go ashore, Toni opened the door.
His face was scowling and timid at the same time, as though he had some bad news to give.
"That creature is here," he said laconically.
Ferragut looked at him with a questioning expression: "_What_ creature ?..." "Who else could it be ?...

The one from Naples! That blonde devil that brought us all so much trouble!...

We'll see now if this witch is going to keep us immovable for I don't know how many weeks just as she did the other time." He excused himself as though he had just failed in discipline.

The boat was fastened to the wharf by a bridgeway and anybody could come aboard.
The pilot was opposed to these dockings which left the passage free to the curious and the importunate.