Heart of Oak: A Three-Stranded Yarn, vol. 1.Russell, William Clark
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Heart of Oak: A Three-Stranded Yarn, vol. 1.
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
He caught me quickly to his heart and kissed me again and again with
a passion of grief and love. We had exchanged our vows before, over
and over. We could but kiss and whisper hopes of a sweet meeting, of a
lasting reunion by-and-by. It was like a parting between a young bride
and bridegroom, but with a dreadful significance going into it out of
my health and out of the thought of the perils of the sea. Indeed, a
sadness as of death itself was in that parting, and I know Archie felt
that, as I did, when he released me and stood a moment looking into my
white face.
When we went into the cabin I found my father earnestly conversing with
Mrs. Burke. He was asking questions about my luggage and effects, and
impressing certain things upon her memory. A few minutes later Captain
Burke came down the companion-steps, and, halting before he reached the
bottom, exclaimed:
'Sir Mortimer, I'm sorry to say the tug'll be laying hold of us now
almost immediately.'
My father started, looked at me with something frantic in the
expression of his face, then crying 'Well, if the time has come----'
and took me in his arms. Then with tears standing in his eyes, and
gazing upwards, he asked God to bless and to protect me, and to
restore me, his only child, in safety and in health to him; and now
speechless with grief, mutely looking a farewell to Mrs. Burke, who
herself was weeping, he went on deck, followed by Mr. Moore, whose
leave-taking here had been no more than a single kiss pressed upon my
forehead as I stood beside the table after my father had released me.
When they were gone I sank into a chair; Mrs. Burke looked with wet
eyes through a cabin window. She was right to let my grief have its
way. After a little I heard the voices of men chorusing on deck;
overhead people regularly tramped to and fro. Mr. Owen came into the
cabin and said:
'Pray, Miss Otway, let me conduct you above. The air will refresh you,
and the picture of the river is striking and full of life.'
'Come, dear Miss Marie, with me,' said Mrs. Burke, and I put my arm
through hers and went on deck.
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