Orlando accompanies his beloved Sasha back to the Muscovite ship, and soon loses her below deck.  When searching for her, he is sure he sees her in the arms of this oafish sailor, and suffers an attack of jealousy, which continues to assail him throughout their brief love affair.  He never quite knows if he is being trifled with, and nor do we.  Later Sasha disappears into the mists without any explanation.

‘Sasha paused with her hand on the ladder, and called back to this tawny wide-cheeked monster a volley of Russian greetings, jests, or endearments, not a word of which Orlando could understand.’

Source: Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography, ed. with an introduction by Rachel Bowlby (Oxford: World’s Classics, 1992), p. 50

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