He himself had once gone out in a Sicilian brigantine from Trapani, and had stayed away three years, knocking about the world in all sorts of craft.
Yet this one might have been on a coastwise trip to Genoa and Marseilles.

That was quite possible.

If one could only find out her name.

And yet, if she had put into a near port Marcello would have come back; for Aurora was quite sure that he had got on board her somehow.

It was all a mystery, all but the certainty she felt that he was still alive, and which nothing could shake, even when every one else had given him up.