“Madam,’ said Ortho, prickling. ‘I will have you know that until yesterday I was captain of my own ship.’ Her lip curled. ‘Yesterday!—a thing of little value, O.P. It is but yesterday I had all Kingston—aye, all Jamaica—at my feet. And what will my brave yesterday buy me now? One sigh? One tint glance of admiration?’ She flung her hands out, despairingly. ‘It cannot even win me civility from a broken ship-master.” RegretYesterdayFaded Glory Book:High Noon Source: High Noon