But I used to know his first wife.

She was a sort of friend of mine.

They used to call her the loveliest woman in U.S., Mr.Merefleet.And she belonged to that fiend." They began to walk towards the boats through the shifting shingle.
Merefleet had nothing to say.

There was something in her passionate speech that disturbed him vaguely.

She spoke as one whose most sacred personal interests had once been at stake.
"Lucky for her she's dead, Big Bear," she said presently, with a side-glance at him.