Were the sea-gull wings of the fishing-boats to flee panic-stricken before those gray sharks of steel!...

Were his family and neighbors to be terrified, on awakening, by this floating cemetery washed to their doors during the night!...
He was thinking all this, he was seeing it; but not succeeding in expressing it, so he limited himself to insisting upon his protest: "No!...

I won't tolerate it in our sea!" Ferragut, in spite of his impetuous character, now adopted a conciliatory tone like that of a father who wishes to convince his scowling and stubborn son.
The German submersibles would confine themselves, in the Mediterranean, to military actions only.

There was no danger of their attacking defenseless barks as in the northern seas.

Their drastic exploits there had been imposed by circumstances, by the sincere desire of terminating the war as quickly as possible, by giving terrifying and unheard-of blows.
"I assure you that in our sea there will be nothing of that sort.
People who ought to know have told me so....