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Davis is contemptuous about her low freeboard forward; says he would rather go to sea in the Dulce. Just going to bed; a bitterly cold night. '17th Oct. Glass falling heavily this morning, to our great disgust. Wind back in the SW and much warmer. Starting at 5.30 we tacked on the tide over the "water-shed" behind Spiekeroog.
"Can you think of nothing but him?" he says, bitterly, with a quick frown. "Why should I not think of him?" says Dulce, quite as bitterly. "Is it not natural? An hour ago I looked upon him as my future husband; now he is less to me than nothing! A sudden transition, is it not, from one character to another? Then a possible husband, now a stranger!
Look here, you hold your hand like this." "It sounds difficult," says Dulce, doubtfully. "It isn't though, really. Will you try?" Taking a pencil and an envelope from his pocket, he lays the latter on her knee, and hands her the former. "Now let me hold your hand just at first to guide you, and you will soon see how simple it is. Only practice is required."
She has noticed the anger in Roger's face, and the defiance in Dulce's soft eyes, and she is grieved and sorry for them both. But, Dulce, who is in a very bad mood indeed, will take no notice of either the entreaty or the grief. "How can I?" she says, with a slow lifting of her brows. "Who will give anybody any tea, if I go away from this?
"Do you care so greatly then about an unpleasant speech from him? I should have thought you might have grown accustomed to his brusquerie by this." "He wasn't brusque just now," says Dulce. "He was very kind, was he not? Careful about my catching cold, and that." "Very," says Gower, significantly. "Yet there are tears in your eyes. What a baby you are." "No, I am not," says Dulce, mournfully.
He is crossing over the soft grass; his hat is in his hand; his eyes dark and smiling. He looks glad, expectant, happy. "What superfluous surprise," says Roger to Dulce, with even a broader sneer than his last. "He always is here, isn't he!" "Yes; isn't it good of him to come," says Miss Blount, with a suspicious dulness Stephen has not yet come quite close to them.
The third day of Ianuarie, we came from the riuer Dulce. This cape is the Southermost land in all the coast of Guinea, and standeth in foure degrees and a terce. The coast from Cape de las Palmas to Cape Trepointes, or de Tres Puntas, is faire and cleare without rocke or other danger.
At the river Sesto, which is in six degrees less one terce, or 5° 40', we got a ton of grains . From Rio Sesto to Rio Dulce the distance is 25 leagues, Rio Dulce being in 5° 30' N. The Rio Sesto is easily known by a ledge of rocks to the S.E. of the road , and at the mouth of the river are five or six trees without leaves.
Dulce, impressed by his open agitation, in spite of herself, leans over the balcony, and lets her fingers wander nervously amongst the leaves of the Virginian creeper that has intertwined itself in the ironwork, and is now fluttering within her reach. It is gleaming blood-red beneath the kiss of the fickle moonbeams, that dance hither and thither amidst its crimson foliage.
For ages warriors have been led to battle to the sounds of martial strains. David charmed away Saul's evil spirit with his harp. "O laborum Dulce lenimen mihicumque calve, Rite vocanti;" Or, as Kiessling of Berlin interprets: "O laborum, Dulce lenimen medieumque, salve, Rite vocanti." "O, of our troubles the sweet, the healing sedative, etc."
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