Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
While Don Luis was waiting till the captain was prepared to accompany
him on shore, and gazed admiringly on the beautiful panorama around him,
his heart beat quick with the joyful anticipation of at length meeting
her on whom, during his absence, all his thoughts had centred. He
pictured to himself her delighted surprise at his unexpected return, and
the rich blush which would suffuse her lovely cheeks, as, overcoming the
natural bashfulness of love, forgetful of the formal etiquette of
society, of everything, in her joy of seeing him, she would throw
herself into his arms. Then he thought of the thousand questions she
would ask of his adventures, and the answers he should make; of the
animated glances of her bright eyes, as he described the storm and
night-engagement with the rover, with the share he had taken in the
strife; how she would tremble with agitation, as he recounted the
dangers he had undergone, and how doubly dear he should be to her heart
after all his escapes. Not once did his good friend Pinto's warnings
and forebodings occur to him; not once did he think of the history of
Senhor Mendez. How, indeed, could any dark or dismal thoughts intrude,
surrounded by a scene of such loveliness, with that pure blue sky, and
that clear sparkling atmosphere! All appeared to him of rosy hue, nor
did he remember how false and treacherous was the outward appearance of
the very city at which he gazed--a fit emblem of the fair promises of
the world, full of foulness and deceit.
His thoughts were quickly broken in upon by the captain summoning him to
the boat, which conveyed them on shore; and once more with joy did he
press his native soil, as, attended by Pedro, he hastened to his
father's house, while Captain Pinto repaired to the Admiralty, to report
the arrival of his ship.
Note. Ourique, opposite Lisbon, the birth-place of Portuguese monarchy.
Volume 1, Chapter IV.
We must now quit the free, boundless, ever-varying ocean, on which we
delight to dwell, with its exciting incidents of the chase, the tempest,
and the fight, for the confined space of a crowded city.
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