I would dance for hours and hours, just like a Brahman priestess before the image of the terrible Siva, and the 'eye of the morning' would follow my dances with elegant undulations ...

I believe in the divine Siva.

Don't you know who Siva is ?..." Ferragut uttered an impatient aside to the gloomy god.

What he wanted to know was the reason that had taken her to Java, the paradisiacal and mysterious island.
"My husband was a Dutch commandant," she said.

"We were married in Amsterdam and I followed him to Asia." Ulysses protested at this piece of news.