"I have no phrases, dear friend. Let my tears be an epigram."
PART V
SILENCE
| [CHAPTER I] |
| [CHAPTER II] |
| [CHAPTER III] |
| [CHAPTER IV] |
| [CHAPTER V] |
| [CHAPTER VI] |
CHAPTER I
The sea swarmed under the night. A moon road floated on the long dark swells. From the deck of the throbbing ship Dorn looked steadily toward the circle of moving water. In the salon, the ship's orchestra was playing. A rollicking sound of music drifted away into the dark monotone of the sea.
A romantic mood. A chair on an upper deck. Stars and a moon road over the sea. Better to sit mumbling to himself than join in the chatter of the cabin. The gayly lighted salon alive with laughter, music, and voices touched his ears—a tiny music-box tinkling valiantly through the dark sweep of endless yesterdays, endless to-morrows that sighed out of the hidden water. The night was an old yesterday, the sea an old to-morrow.