His momentary ferocity, when he fastened on my
bleeding forearm, had been a gust only, and after it he sank deeper
and deeper into drowsiness. As for Santa--frankly, I don't know.
They tell us that women sleep more lightly than men, and can endure
suffering far more patiently--which some explain by saying that their
nerves are less sensitive to pain, and (I suppose therefore) to
pleasure. But I don't know: I have never studied the subject.
She sat very quiet, sometimes for hours together, without stirring;
but she took very little actual sleep.
"The end of Jarvis and Prout was one of those inhuman, ghastly farces
which, as I've said, break the spell of a sudden and are worse than
the tragedy itself. They had struck up a quaint, almost canine
friendship--Yes, that's the word, though I can't stop to explain what
I mean by it more than by saying that they would sit together by the
hour, like two dogs before a fire. The odd thing about it was that
they had twice been shipwrecked before on the coast; and had come
through the double experience respecting one another as capable
seamen but forming no attachment until--But it's ludicrous past
guessing.
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