"It's a girl's name--a girl I once knew.

The name brings back to me certain memories." "Pleasant ones--I hope." "No.

Bitter ones--very bitter ones," he said in a hard tone, striding across the deck and back again, and I saw in his eyes a strange look, half of anger, half of deep regret.
Was he telling the truth, I wondered?
Some tragic romance or other concerning a woman had, I knew, overshadowed his life in the years before we had become acquainted.

But the real facts he had never revealed to me.

He had never before referred to the bitterness of the past, although I knew full well that his heart was in secret filled by some overwhelming sorrow.
Outwardly he was as merry as the other fellows who officered that huge floating fortress; on board he was a typical smart marine, and on shore he danced and played tennis and flirted just as vigorously as did the others.