He ceased for a moment from his work, raised himself up, and looked beyond her over the sea.
Per wore a stiff sailor's beard, and his face had grown older and coarser with the lapse of time, but still every feature was familiar to her.

Madeleine made a step towards him and endeavoured to take his hand.
In this she was unsuccessful, for he drew it away from her.

She could no longer command her feelings, and, throwing her arms round his neck, she laid her head on his breast.
Delphin's remark was perfectly true about the mixture of fish, tobacco, and damp woollen clothing; but she felt that this was her place, and here she ought to rest.

At that moment, too, she perceived why the pang had passed through her heart when she met Per's wife.

She envied her everything.