My Shipmate Louise: The Romance of a Wreck, Volume 3 (of 3)Russell, William Clark
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My Shipmate Louise: The Romance of a Wreck, Volume 3 (of 3)
Russell, William Clark
Sea stories; Shipwrecks -- Fiction
He asked me several questions about the gold, and talked as if he
believed that the men might yet meet with it; but my answers seemed to
convince him after a little, and I saw him wagging his head whilst he
exclaimed: ‘It was at the foot of a clump of trees, I know; I clearly
recollect the yarn as Wilkins gave it, and his memory couldn’t have gone
wrong, for he arrived fresh with it from the cabin. If they’ve dug at
the roots of all the trees abreast of the beach, as you say, sir, and
the money ain’t there, then good-night! It’s the hallucination I always
said it was; and for my part give me two pound of honest salvage afore
two hundred thousand pound of lunatic dreamings.’
The breeze seemed to freshen as we drew away. The barque was now heeling
prettily, throwing the water in a white curl of sea off her weather bow,
and her wake ran far into the liquid gloom astern, into which I would
again and again send a glance, governed yet by an agitation of spirits
and an animation of alarm which my judgment pronounced ridiculous. I
cannot express the caressing character of Miss Temple’s manner as she
continued seated close beside me. The astonishment, the rapture, the
wildly contending sensations and emotions which had possessed her were
now giving way to a mood of happiness, of triumphant hope, that put an
indescribable note of tender elation and grateful, joyous sweetness into
her words. If I had yet to wonder whether she loved me, I might feel
sure that my return to her, that my presence, filled her with emotions
which came very near to the passion of love.
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