Ah, I believe I am beginning to learn what love is.

I worship your sweetheart, Hugh Ridgeway." "If you could love as she loves me, Lady Huntingford, you might know what love really is." "What a strange thing it must be that you and she can know it and I cannot," she mused, looking wistfully at the land afar off.
At Aden everybody went ashore while the ship coaled at Steamer Point, on the western side of the rock, three miles from the town proper.
Multitudes of Jewish ostrich-feather merchants and Somali boys gave the travellers amusement at the landing and in the coast part of the town.
The Americans began to breathe what Hugh called a genuinely oriental atmosphere.
They were far from Aden when night came down and with it the most gorgeous sunset imaginable.

Everybody was on deck.

The sky was aflame, the waters blazed and all the world seemed about to be swept up in the wondrous conflagration.

Late in the afternoon a bank of clouds had grown up from the western line, and as the sun dropped behind them they glowed with the intensity of fiercely fanned coals of huge dimensions.