Jorgenson，standingbythetaffrail，notedthefaintreddishglowinthemassiveblacknessofthefurthershore。Jorgensonnotedthingsquickly，cursorily，perfunctorily，asphenomenaunrelatedtohisownapparitionalexistenceofavisitingghost。Theywerebutpassagesinthegameofmenwhowerestillplayingatlife。
Heknewtoowellhowmuchthatgamewasworthtobeconcernedaboutitscourse。Hehadgivenupthehabitofthinkingforsolongthatthesuddenresumptionofitirkedhimexceedingly，especiallyashehadtothinkontowardaconclusion。Inthatworldofeternaloblivion，ofwhichhehadtastedbeforeLingardmadehimstepbackintothelifeofmen，allthingsweresettledonceforall。Hewasirritatedbyhisownperplexitywhichwaslikeareminderofthatmortalitymadeupofquestionsandpassionsfromwhichhehadfanciedhehadfreedhimselfforever。
ByanaturalassociationhiscontemptuousannoyanceembracedtheexistenceofMrs。Travers，too，forhowcouldhethinkofTomLingard，ofwhatwasgoodorbadforKingTom，withoutthinkingalsoofthatwomanwhohadmanagedtoputtheghostofasparkevenintohisownextinguishedeyes？Shewasofnoaccount；butTom’sintegritywas。ItwasofTomthathehadtothink，ofwhatwasgoodorbadforTominthatabsurdanddeadlygameofhislife。FinallyhereachedtheconclusionthattobegiventheringwouldbegoodforTomLingard。Justtobegiventheringandnomore。Theringandnomore。
\"Itwillhelphimtomakeuphismind，\"mutteredJorgensoninhismoustache，asifcompelledbyanobscureconviction。Itwasonlythenthathestirredslightlyandturnedawayfromtheloomofthefiresonthedistantshore。Mrs。Traversheardhisfootstepspassingagainalongthesideofthedeckhouse——andthistimeneverraisedherhead。Thatmanwassleepless，mad，childish，andinflexible。Hewasimpossible。Hehauntedthedecksofthathulkaimlessly……
Itwas，however，inpursuanceofaverydistinctaimthatJorgensonhadgoneforwardagaintoseekJaffir。