Now and then a boat would head for the inlet, drop its sail, and swing round motionless with the others.

Then a speck would break away from the anchored craft and with the movement of a water-spider land the fishermen ashore.
None of these things interested her.

She could not have told whether the sun shone or whether the sky was fair or dull.

Neither was she lonely, nor did she miss Max.

She was simply angry--disgusted--disappointed at the situation; at herself, at the woman who had come between them, at the threatened failure of her plans.