Yes, it was plain to him now; he had left the woman he loved in the anomalous position of a married woman without a husband.

What trying scenes might she not pass through! What bitter fruits might not their brief happiness bear! The next day they had cleared the storm, its fury having been as short-lived as it was sudden.

The sea was gradually quieting down, and the sun shone out bravely.

The sails were unfurled and the _Burrawalla_ once more went gaily on her way.
Cardo had spent all the morning in writing; he would send his letter by the first opportunity.

It was full of all the tender expressions of love that might be expected under the circumstances.