And he had to make a great effort to disentangle himself from her embrace.
"Good-bye!...

Good-bye!..." Then he followed the count without daring to turn his head, suspecting that her eyes were still upon him.
On the shores of S.Lucia, he saw in the distance his old hotel with its illuminated windows.

The porter was preceding a young man who was just descending from a carriage, carrying a suit-case.

Ferragut was instantly reminded of his son Esteban.

The young tourist bore a certain resemblance to him....