"Thus, full of hope, I pursued my voyage, counting every hour as a loss
till I once more saw the man who had been dearer to me when I thought
him beneath the waves than all the earth beside. Never had a voyage
seemed so long, and yet the wind was fair. How I wished the good ship
that bore us had wings! When a storm blew up hurling us westward, I
rejoiced, for through danger we should reach him the sooner. When a calm
overtook us my heart was restless with impatience. So much of life had
been spent away from him that I grudged each moment as a treasure
forfeited.
"Oh, how I loved him, myself, and all the world! I had worshipped him as
a girl--you know a little how much. But what was that to the holy
affection of mature womanhood, to the yearning tenderness that filled my
soul and kindled up every bright idea in my brain that it might do him
homage? I thought of the change years must have made in him--not to
regret that he was no longer young, but feeling how much grander he
would be with age on his brow and a consciousness of power in his
bearing.
"On the passage I had thought of myself differently. Sometimes I would
look at my hands and wonder if they had lost any thing of the symmetry
and whiteness he once so much admired. When I found a few silver hairs
dimming the tresses he had praised for their golden hue, it would make
me sad; for love grows timid sometimes as it deepens, and though I cared
not for his departed youth, every grace that had fled with mine was
remembered with regret. But I recalled his last words and had faith in
him. For his sake I would have gifted myself with perpetual youth and
immortal beauty. There was no good thing on earth or in heaven that I
would not gladly have brought him.
"Had it been possible, I would have gathered up sunlit colors from the
sky and those rare tints that sparkle in the ocean for his sake. I had
never given much thought to the titles and possessions which had fallen
to me, but now they grew precious in my estimation, for all that I had
was his.
"We came in sight of the coast in the midst of an awful storm, and
buffeted by the elements that seemed striving to force me back from my
fate. I thought nothing of that. The tedious voyage was over. The land
which he governed hove in sight. In a day--in an hour--it was possible
to see him. The thought filled me with wild impatience. For the universe
I could not have remained on board that ship one half-hour after she
cast her anchor.
"The captain and crew expostulated with me, but it was impossible to
heed their reasonings with the shore in sight. Careless of danger and
with my heart fairly singing with secret hopes, I descended into that
boat, with the waves leaping and roaring around it. I had no fear, after
suffering so much; it seemed impossible to die within reach of him. You
know the rest: it was your hand that dragged me from the breakers, yours
and Norman's.
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