The _Andorinha_ lay at one end of the harbor, the _Unser Fritz_ at the other.

They were barely half a mile apart, and Maceio climbed the sloping shore between the two points.
Hozier, of course, had forgiven Iris for her aloofness, and Iris, with that delightful inconsistency which ranks high among the many charms of her sex, found that "Philip dear," though she might not marry him, was her only possible companion.

He, having acquired an experience previously lacking, took care to fall in with her mood.

She, weary of a painful self-repression, cheated the frowning gods of "just this one night." So they looked at the twinkling lights, spoke in whispers lest they should miss any tokens of disturbance on shore, elbowed each other comfortably on the rails of the bridge, and uttered no word of love or future purpose.
They were discussing nothing more important than the sufferings of Watts--whom Coke would not allow to go out of his sight--when a lightning blaze leaped from the somber shadows of some buildings on the quay lower down the river.

Again, and many times again, the sudden jets of flame started out across the black water.