He almost came to believe that he had lived twice.
He always listened patiently to the lad's complaints, interrupting him with solemn counsels.

This fifteen-year-old Ferragut appeared discontented with life.

He was a man and he had to live with women--his mother and two nieces, who were always making laces,--just as in other times his mother had been the lace-making companion of her mother-in-law, Dona Cristina.

He wanted to be a seaman and they were obliging him to study the uninteresting courses leading to a bachelor's degree.

It was scarcely likely, was it, that a captain would have to know Latin ?...