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Updated: June 18, 2025


What he wrote that night was the note of his mind, the key to all those strange events through which he began to move two hours after the lines were written: Over thy face is a veil of white sea-mist, Only thine eyes shine like stars; bless or blight me, I will hold close to the leash at thy wrist, O Aphrodite!

There was a door at each end, but the night was still and dark and there was little air beyond the vague chill of a creeping sea-mist.

It would not be me to be thinking of two such thieves when I could be dreaming of Lady Mary with her soft voice and the clear depth of her eyes. My horse seemed to have a sympathy with my feeling and he leaped bravely along the road. The Celtic melancholy of the first part of the journey had blown away like a sea-mist. I sped on gallantly toward Bath and Lady Mary.

Starting back with a cry of terror, he gazed wildly on this miracle, a voice richer than all music rang silvery clear across the liquid radiance. "Fame!" said the voice ... "Wouldst thou crown Me, Theos, with so perishable a diadem?" Paralyzed and speechless, he lifted his straining, dazzled eyes was THAT Edris? that lustrous figure, delicate as a sea-mist with the sun shining through?

Wyse and asking for the loan of a book, so that she would see whether the sables were in the hall, but even then she would not really be much further on. Even as she considered this a sea-mist began to creep through the street outside, and in a few minutes it was blotted from view. Nothing was visible, and nothing audible but the hissing of the shrouded rain.

And it is now manifest from the aspect of the street lamps, those abashed dependants of night, that already English mountain peaks have seen the dawn, that the cliffs of Dover are standing white to the morning, that the sea-mist has lifted and is pouring inland. And now men with a hose have come and are sluicing out the streets. Behold now night is dead.

The Archdeacon's wife looked at me. Kipling or someone has described somewhere the look a foundered camel gives when the caravan moves on and leaves it to its fate. The peptonised reproach in the good lady's eyes brought the passage vividly to my mind. I played my last card. "Reginald, it's getting late, and a sea-mist is coming on."

Then from the Temple ledges and eaves of palaces the bats fell headlong downwards, then spread their wings and floated up and down through darkening ways; lights came blinking out in golden windows, men cloaked themselves against the grey sea-mist, the sound of small songs arose, and the face of Hilnaric became a resting-place for mysteries and dreams.

His arm was urging her. She yielded, shivering. He hurried her up the slope to the place where he had left his car. It stood at the side of the rough road that led to High Shale Point. They reached it. Juliet was gasping for breath. The sea-mist was like rain in their faces. "Get in!" he said. She obeyed, sinking down with a vague thankfulness, conscious of great weakness.

"When one of these ponds is examined in the middle of a hot summer's day," he adds, "it would appear that the few inches of water in it could only last a week. But in early morning, or towards evening, or whenever a sea-mist drifts in, there is a continuous drip from the smooth leaves of the overhanging tree.

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