Roy Norton, Drowned Gold — Chapter 4 (1919)
“ I would as soon have expected a rugged, barren, granite peak to break into sudden flowery bloom. I had witnessed the thawing of an iceberg. With the same incomprehensible change that marked all his actions, he suddenly rapped out: "All right! That settles it! I'm not going to leave you and the Esperanza to the incompetent, ignorant clutches of some beach-combing, tub-swilling, fifth-rate engineer, that should have been a bottle-washer and pot-scourer behind some Bowery bar. I'm going to stick." ”
