They had nothing in common.

The language in which they understood each other best was the native tongue of neither.

Born in different countries, each of a mixed race with no one racial strain in common, neither creed, nor education, nor similarity of thought had aught to draw them together.
They looked at each other, and God's hand touched them.

They both loved the same man.

They did not hate each other.
"Have you every thing you want ?" asked Catrina.
The question was startling.