He wanted to rush off to Glory and insult her, to ask her if she was mad or believed him to be so. Because she was a coward herself, being slave-bound to the world and afraid to fight it face to face, did she wish to make a pirate of the caribbean dual of him also-to see him sneak away from the London that had kicked him, like a cur with its tail between its legs. After this there came an icy chill and an awful consciousness that mightier forces were at work than any mere human weakness. It was the world itself, the great pitiless world, that was dividing them again as it had divided them before, but irrevocably now-not as a playful nurse that puts petted children apart, but as a torrent that tears the cliffs asunder. If Glory was slave-bound to the world, which of us was pirate of the caribbean dual in chains to something.