автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Rough Crossing

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

was Adrian's love that was demanded of her. Deliberately she unclasped her pearl necklace, lifted it to her lips—for she knew that with it went the freshest, fairest part of her life—and flung it out into the gale.

On a northern parallel of latitude a hurricane was forming and moving south by southeast preceded by a strong west wind.

Who do you suppose those Adrian Smiths on the boat were?' he demanded. 'It certainly wasn't me.'

Two days later, as the boat train moved tranquilly south toward Paris, Adrian tried to persuade his children to look out the window at the Norman countryside.

it all seems a long way off. Even the passengers looked unfamiliar going through the customs.'

Then, where are my pearls?'
'Darling, there are better pearls in Paris. I'll take the responsibility for those pearls. My real belief is that you saved the boat.'

How do you feel?'
'Awful.'
'Me, too,' agreed Miss D'Amido. 'I'm vainly hoping my fiancé will recognize me at the Gare du Nord. Do you know two waves went over the wireless room?'
'So we heard,' Adrian answered dryly.
She passed gracefully along the corridor and out of their life.
'The real truth is that none of it happened,' said Adrian after a moment. 'It was a nightmare—an incredibly awful nightmare.'
'Then, where are my pearls?'
'Darling, there are better pearls in Paris. I'll take the responsibility for those pearls. My real belief is that you saved the boat.'
'Adrian, let's never get to know anyone else, but just stay together always—just we two.'

to his surprise and discomfort she seemed on intimate and even sentimental terms with Butterworth and he wondered if this was a form of revenge for his attention to Betsy D'Amido.

But the boat was sound: it had outlasted one of its cargo—Steward James Carton was being buried at sea.

They were in the midst of the wildest hurricane on the North Atlantic in ten years;