"But not to you." "To think I shouldn't a' known ye!" Thalassa spoke like a man in a dream.
"After all these years?
After what I suffered alone on that island--through you and Turold?
You'd hardly have known me if you'd met me six months afterwards instead of thirty years.

Robert Turold didn't know me.

Nobody knew me." Thalassa's eyes still dwelt upon him with the unwilling look of a man compelled to gaze upon an evocation of the dead.
"Where did you get to--that night ?" he quavered.

"I could a' sworn--could a' taken Bible oath--" "That you and that other scoundrel had killed me?
I've no doubt.

But it so happened that I was saved--miraculously and unfortunately.