women are so suspicious of any interest that has not some obvious motive behind it, so terribly accustomed to concealment and suppression, that they are off at the flicker of an eye turned observingly in their direction.

“There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death…”

“I sincerely hope I’ll never fathom you. You’re mystical, serene, intriguing; yo…”

“n indeed peace had come. Messages of peace breathed from the sea to the shore. …”

“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea…”