The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern StoryCervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
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The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern Story
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Voyages and travels -- Fiction
"Sulpicia gave us some excellent wines, and the most exquisite
sweetmeats. The wind blew fair for both her course and our own,
for which as yet we knew no positive destination or haven. We took
our leave of her--she knew my name, and also that of Carino and
Solercio;--she pressed our hands in hers, and with her eyes she thanked
the rest, and bade them adieu. She shed many tears, caused by the
mingled feelings of sorrow and thankfulness; sorrow for her husband's
death, and joy in finding herself safe and free from the hands of
those she had supposed were pirates, and thus we parted. I forgot to
mention that I returned the necklace to Sulpicia, who received it with
reluctance, and only because of my absolute refusal to accept it; she
even seemed half to consider my returning it as an affront.
"I then held a consultation with my men as to what course we should
take, and decided to go as the wind impelled us, because we were thus
more likely to fall in with other vessels.
"The night came on serene and clear, and I, calling one of the
fishermen who was a mariner, and who served as the master and head
pilot, to take the helm, seated myself on the forecastle, and began to
watch the heavens with deep attention."
"Now would I lay any wager," said Maurice, aside to his daughter, "that
Persiles is going to give us a description of the celestial hemisphere,
as if it signifies to us, one atom, what the motion of the heavenly
bodies might be; for my part I heartily wish he would bring his story
to an end, for the desire that I have to get away from this place
is such, that I really cannot trouble myself with knowing which are
fixed, and which, wandering stars, and the more because I myself know
everything on that subject that he can possibly tell me."
Whilst Maurice and Transila were speaking thus in a whisper, Periander,
who had paused to take breath, went on with his tale.
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CHAPTER XVI.
_Periander continues his Narration, and relates a singular Dream._
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