I am going to pass the night in the doctor's home." The sailor withdrew a little in the shock of surprise.

"Was it a jest ?..." But no, he could not think that.

The very tone of her words displayed firm resolution.
He entreated her humbly with a thick and threatening voice not to go away.

At the same time his mental counselor was rancorously chanting, "She's making a fool of you!...

It's time to put an end to all this....
Make her feel your masculine authority." And this voice had the same ring as that of the dead _Triton_.
Suddenly occurred a violent, brutal, dishonorable thing.