The calamity of his loss made the United States unendurable to me.

I left by the first steamer that sailed from New York--a French vessel which brought me to Havre.

I continued my lonely journey to the South of France.
And then I went on to Venice.' 'What does all this matter to me ?' Francis thought to himself.

She paused, evidently expecting him to say something.

'So you have come to Venice ?' he said carelessly.