H. Bedford-Jones

“ Boris, followed by the Japanese skipper and mate, descended into the waiting boat.
“We might as well go down,” said Venable. “Perhaps they will not bother you and Marie.”
“Bother!” repeated Mrs. Ivanoff, a wondering scorn in her tone. “Don’t you realize that they are devils and not men? Come.”
At the rail, where Li John had lowered the ladder, they gathered and watched the boat come creeping over the great swells—watched her, that is, when they could see her, for the Kum Chao rolled deep and wide, and only when the boat pointed over a crest and slid down toward them could they glimpse her. ”

“ Jason was watching Marie with some intentness, his scrawny features alight as though transfused by inward fires. No weapons were in sight, but coat pockets bulged very suggestively.
“Are you never satisfied?” responded Mrs. Ivanoff; whereat Boris looked slightly puzzled. “Could you not be content to leave us in peace?”
“Ah, no, gracious lady!” Kryalpin laughed gayly. “The seven devils having been driven forth, we have gathered seven other devils worse than ourselves—and have returned. ”

“ Ivanoff. Her cool gray eyes, despite the anger storming in their depths, gave him an odd sense of peace and tranquillity; he felt better poised, more sure of himself, to know that she was beside him.
“She has undergone a revolution within herself, I think,” continued Mrs. Ivanoff. “At any rate, she is much changed. And a woman has limits, you know; all of us have! We can endure just so much; then a seeming trifle will work a great change, somehow. I do not understand it myself.”
She looked at the schooner, and altered the subject abruptly.
“Well! I see Boris is back again. ”