Why could she not tear out this maddening heart of hers and fling it to the sea?
Why could she not turn it toward the man who loved her?
Why, why?
Why should God make her so unhappy?
Why such injustice?
Why this twisted interlacing of lives?
And yet, amid all these futile seekings, with subconscious deftness her hands went on with their appointed work.

Never again would the splendor of her beauty burn as it did this night.
Laura, alone among them all, went serenely about her toilet.

She was young, and love had not yet spread its puzzle before her feet.
As for the others, they were on the far side of the hill, whence the paths are smooth and gentle and the prospect is peacefulness and the retrospect is dimly rosal.

They dressed as they had done those twenty odd years, plainly.
On the bridge the first officer was standing at the captain's side.
"Captain," he shouted, "where did you get that Frenchman ?" "Picked him up day before yestiddy.

Speaks fair English an' a bit o' Dago.