My Danish Sweetheart: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3Russell, William Clark
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My Danish Sweetheart: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3
Russell, William Clark
Adventure stories; Fiction; Love stories; Sea stories
Thus we rushed onward, very literally indeed scudding under bare poles,
as it is called; and for a long while we had neither of us a word to
exchange, so present was calamity, so near was death, so dreadful were
the thunderous sounds of the night, so engrossing our business of
keeping the flying fabric dead before the seas.
I pulled out my watch and held it hastily to the binnacle-lamp, and
found the hour exactly one. The girl asked me the time. This was the
first word that had passed between us for a long while. I replied, and
she said in a voice that indicated extraordinary spirit, but that
nevertheless sounded languishingly after her earlier utterance: 'Now
that it is past midnight, the gale may break; surely such fierce weather
cannot last for many hours!'
'I wish you would go,' said I, 'and get some refreshment for yourself,
and lie down for awhile. I believe I can manage single-handed to keep
the vessel before it.'
'If I lie down, it would not be to sleep,' she answered; 'but if you
think I can be spared from the wheel for a few minutes, I will obtain
some refreshment for us both, and I should also like to see how my
father does.'
I answered that if the helm was to prove too heavy for me, her help
might hardly save me from being obliged to let go.
'Do not believe this,' she exclaimed, 'because you now know that I am a
girl!'
'I have had no heart to express wonderment as yet,' said I, 'otherwise
my astonishment and admiration would reassure you, if you suppose I
doubt your strength and capacity now that I know you to be a girl. A
little refreshment will help us both,' and I was going to advise her to
seize the opportunity to attire herself in dry clothes, for I was in
oilskins, whereas, so far as I was able to gather, her dress was a
pea-jacket and a cloth cap; and I knew that again and again she had been
soaked to the skin, and that the wind pouring on her would be chilling
her to her very heart. But even amid such a time as this I was sensible
of a diffidence in naming what was in my mind, and held my peace.
She left the wheel, and I stood steering the barque single-handed, with
my eyes fixed upon the illuminated compass-card, while I noticed that
the course the vessel was taking, which always held her dead before the
gale, was now above a point, nay, perhaps two points, to the southward
of west, whence it was clear the hurricane was veering northwardly.
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