In fact, I told him the other night that he reminded me of the Spanish grandee whose daughters were convicted of heresy by the Inquisition, and who showed his devotion to the Church by lighting the faggots which burned them with his own hands." "And what did he say to that ?" said the sailor, not because he wanted to know, but because there was an awkward pause that needed filling.
"I would rather not tell you, Mark, if you don't mind," she said slowly and looking very straightly and steadily at him.

"You know--well, I needn't tell you again what I've told you already.

You know I care for you, and I always shall, but I cannot--I dare not--disobey my father.

I owe all that I ever had to him.

He has been father, mother, teacher, friend, companion--everything to me.