Always stay sharp on railways and cruise ships for transit has a way of making everything clear.

She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

It seemed to her as though everything that was good and true had been blasted out of the world. All those things had been crushed destroyed made to disappear.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.