One side of her face was swollen from some blow.
Looking over the shoulders of two ladies who were trembling and leaning against the deck-railing, Ferragut caught a glimpse of this corpse.

In his turn the vigorous sailor trembled like a woman, and his eyes filmed with mistiness.

He simply could not look at it!...

And again he went down into his stateroom to hide himself.
An Italian torpedo-destroyer was maneuvering among the remains of the shipwreck, as though seeking the footprints of the author of the crime.
The steamers stopped their circular course of exploration to lower the lifeboats into the water and collect the corpses and bodies of the living near to death.
The captain in his desperate imprisonment heard new shrieks announcing an extraordinary event.

Again the cruel necessity of knowing what it could be dragged him from his stateroom! A boat full of people had been found by the steamer.