But, you see, she had so long thought of him as dead, that the fact that he had died later than she had supposed had not the power to cloud her greatly.

And perhaps the fact that we were together, and going to part no more, was not without its effect on her spirits.
And I told her more fully than I had done of all that had happened to me on Herm, and on the French ship in the West Indies, and at Amperdoo, and of our escape into France in the preventive officers' boat, and of that last desperate pull across from Surtainville.
"But, mon Gyu, Phil, what a strange man!" she said of Torode.

"Why should he let you live one time, and try his hardest to kill you another ?" "I do not know.

I have puzzled over it to no purpose.

Now I have given it up." "He is perhaps mad," she suggested.
"He did not seem so, except in not making an end of me when he had the chance, and that truly was madness on his part." The time was never long with us, for we were strangely set apart from time and its passage.