Gordon Young

“ Curwen had spent a terrible week—which had its anguish greatly increased by the disappearance of Helen.
All of her life, fear and tragedy had stalked beside her; and now she was tensely wrought up. The capacity for passive suffering had been exhausted.
"Thrope will try to use that letter against my boy," she cried, "and if he does— Oh, if he does——"
She broke off.
For a moment the tigress that is in every woman appeared. Her hands became claws and her face changed to a harpy's. Stir any woman—any man—to the ultimate depths of desperation, and there will appear the claws and gleaming teeth. ”

“ And how was the name of Helen Curwen cleared? With unsuspected brilliancy. I read it two times and remained incredulous. She was Mrs. Captain Whibley, making her honeymoon voyage with the captain. And so far as anybody ever found out to the contrary—excepting, of course—Mrs. Curwen—that was true. Helen and Captain Whibley were in love and they did marry in a way that interfered not at all with the rather premature announcement.
Thrope, as a friend of the bride and of the captain, had intended to take a little sea-voyage to Honolulu and back before entering upon the last lap of his campaign. ”

“ Anthropologists estimate that we were beasts of the clawing hands and teeth about four times as long as we of the so-called human race have been men and women. A moment of ferocious tenseness—and she was exhausted and fell back weakly into her chair. ”