It was his fault that the boy had undertaken the crazy journey at whose end death was awaiting him.....

The devout Cinta looked upon this misfortune as a chastisement from God, always complicated and mysterious in His designs.

Divinity, in order to make the father expiate his crimes, had killed the son without thinking of the mother upon whom the blow rebounded.
Toni went away.

He could not endure the glances and the allusions made by Dona Cinta.

And as though this emotion were not enough, he received the news a few hours later of his captain's wretched condition,--news which obliged him to make the trip to Marseilles immediately.
On entering the quarters of the hotel frequented by the officials of merchant vessels, he found Ferragut seated near a balcony from which could be seen the entire harbor.
He was limp and flabby, with eyes sunken and faded, beard unkempt, and a manifest disregard of his personal appearance.
"Toni!...