As she raised the bundle I saw distinctly that it was something wrapped in a gray and black shawl.
I swear before Heaven that no thought of wrong came to my mind; I never dreamed of it.

I had watched her first because the rare grace of her tall figure and of her walk came to me as a surprise, then because she was evidently in such bitter sorrow, then because she seemed so desirous of being alone, but never did one thought cross my mind that there was a shadow of blame--or wrong; I should have been far more on the alert had I thought so.

I was always of a dreamy, sentimental, half-awake kind of mind; I thought of nothing more than a woman, desperate, perhaps, with an unhappy love, throwing the love-letters and presents of a faithless lover into the sea--nothing more.

I repeat this most emphatically, as I should not like any suspicion of indolence or indifference to rest upon me.
A slight splash--not of anything heavy--no other sound; no cry, no word--a moment's pause in the running of the waves, then they went on again as gayly as ever, washing the wooden pillars, and wreathing them with fresh seaweed.

The tall figure, with the head bent over the rail, might have been a statue for all the life or stir there was within her.
Quite a quarter of an hour passed, and she did not stir.