Frederick Marryat,
The Naval Officer — Chapter VI
(1895)
“ I thought I could be contented to give up everything, and reside with her in the wilds of Spain.The time of our departure came, and I was torn away from my Rosaritta, not without the suspicions of my captain and shipmates that I had been a too highly favoured youth. This was not true. I loved the dear angel, but never had wronged her; and I went to sea in a mood which I sometimes thought might end in an act of desperation: but salt water is an admirable specific against love, at least against such love as that was. ”
