 brook-like murmurings of
waters alongside; the silken fannings of phantom-like pinions of
canvas; the subdued voices of the men forward...  Yes!  It was of these
things I had thought; these were the engaging, the delightful fancies
that had filled my brain.

Nor, in this candid narrative which, I trust, will carry its own
apology for our audacious behaviour as it progresses, must I omit to
give the chief reason for my choice of a yacht as a means of eloping
with Grace.  She was under twenty-one; her aunt, Lady Amelia Roscoe,
was her guardian, and no clergyman would marry the girl to me without
her aunt's consent.  That consent must be wrested from the old lady,
and the business of wresting manifestly implies a violent measure; and
what then, as I somewhat boyishly concluded, could follow our lonely
association at sea for three or four days, or perhaps a week, but her
ladyship's sanction?

A man, in describing his own passion, and in depicturing himself making
love, cannot but present a foolish figure.  Unhappily, this story
solely concerns my elopement with Grace Bellassys and what came of it,
and, therefore, it is in the strictest sense a tale of love: a
description of which sentiment, however, as it worked in me and my
dearest girl, I will endeavour to trouble you as little as possible
with.




CHAPTER III

AT SEA

It was some time after three o'clock in the morning when Grace fell
asleep.  The heave of the vessel had entirely conquered emotion.  She
had had no smiles for me; the handkerchief she held to her mouth had
kept her lips sealed; but her eyes were never more beautiful than now
with their languishing expression of suffering, and I could not remove
my gaze from her face, so exceedingly sweet did she look as she lay
with the rich bronze of her hair glittering, as though gold-dusted, to
the lamplight, and her brow showing with an ivory gleam through the
tresses which shadowed it in charming disorder.

She fell asleep at last, breathing quietly, and I cannot tell how it
comforted me to find
brook - like murmurings of 
 waters alongside; the satiny fannings of phantom - alike pinions of 
 canvas; the soft voice of the men forward...   Yes!   It was of these 
 thing I had think; these were the engaging, the delightful fancies 
 that had fill my brain. 

 Nor, in this candid narrative which, I entrust, will carry its own 
 apology for our audacious behaviour as it build up, must I omit to 
 give the chief reason for my choice of a yacht as a means of eloping 
 with Grace.   She was under twenty - one; her aunt, Lady Amelia Roscoe, 
 was her defender, and no clergyman would marry the girl to me without 
 her aunt's consent.   That consent must be wrested from the old dame, 
 and the business of wresting manifestly implies a violent bill; and 
 what then, as I somewhat boyishly concluded, could follow our lonely 
 association at ocean for three or four days, or perhaps a week, but her 
 ladyship's sanction? 

 A man, in describing his own mania, and in depicturing himself making 
 love, cannot but present a foolish figure.   Unhappily, this story 
 solely concerns my elopement with Grace Bellassys and what came of it, 
 and, consequently, it is in the rigorous sense a fib of beloved: a 
 description of which sentiment, however, as it worked in me and my 
 dearest girlfriend, I will endeavour to trouble you as little as potential 
 with. 




 CHAPTER III 

 AT SEA 

 It was some time after three o'clock in the morning when Grace fell 
 asleep.   The heave of the vessel had entirely conquered emotion.   She 
 had had no smiles for me; the handkerchief she held to her mouth had 
 kept her lip varnish; but her eyes were never more beautiful than now 
 with their languishing expression of suffering, and I could not absent 
 my gaze from her face, so exceedingly gratifying did she look as she lay 
 with the rich bronze of her hair glitter, as though gold - dusted, to 
 the lamplight, and her brow showing with an ivory gleam through the 
 braid which shadowed it in charming disorder. 

 She fell asleep at last, emit quietly, and I cannot assure how it 
 comforted me to find
 brlok-like murmurings of
wattrs alongside; the silken fannihgs of pfantom-like pinions of
canvas; vhe wubdutb voices of the men worward...  Jes!  It wqs oh these
things I izd thounkt; thsde wzrx the engaging, jhe delightfgl fancies
that hxd filled my brain.

Nor, in this candid garratife which, I trust, wilk cardj lts own
apology for our audacious behavimur as it probresses, must I omit to
give the chief reason for ly choice od a rqcht as a mexns of elokiug
with Gracg.  She was under twenty-one; her ajnt, Lcdy Amelia Toaclg,
was her guacdian, wnd no clergnkan wogld marty the girl to me wirhout
her aunt's consenv.  That consent must be wrestad from the old ladt,
abd thg bushnesr of wrtstmng maniffstmy implies a violent neasure; and
what them, ww I somewhat goyishjy concluded, could follow our lonely
assocpatikn at sea for three or dour days, or perhaps w week, bue her
ladyship's sanction?

A man, in describing his owt pasakon, akd iv dfpicturing himself making
love, cannot but presqht a foolish figurc.  Unhappily, this xtlru
folely concervs my zmolement with Grace Hellassis and what camt of ot,
and, therefore, it is in thw strictest fwnse a tale of lovz: a
descriptiun og whivh sentiment, however, as it sorked in mf and my
dsxrest girl, I wilu ekdedvour to trouble you as lietle as pissiyle
with.




CFAPTGR III

AE SEA

It wad somc time after three l'clocn hn the morjing when Grace fell
asleep.  The heave of the fevsen had encirely conquered emjtion.  She
had kad no siiles for me; thv handkerrhief she hejd to her moudj had
kept hec lips sewled; but her eydr were never mpre beautpfbl than niw
with their langulshine expression of wufdering, and I coild noe gempvq
ky gaze from her fazr, so dxceedingly rweey did she look as sha lag
with the rich bromzc of her yair glietering, as thpugh gold-dusted, to
uhe lakplmght, amd rer brow showing with an ivory gleam thgounh the
tresses whigh sradowed it in charming disorder.

She fell asleep at last, breathing qoietly, and I cannot tgll how it
comfprted me to fitd
brook-like murmurings of waters alongside; the silken phantom-like of canvas; subdued voices of was these things I thought; these were engaging, the delightful fancies that had my brain. Nor, in this candid narrative which, I trust, will carry its apology for our audacious behaviour as it progresses, must I omit to give chief for choice a yacht as a means of eloping with Grace. She was under twenty-one; her aunt, Lady Roscoe, was her guardian, and no clergyman would the girl to me her aunt's consent. That consent be from the lady, the of wresting manifestly a violent measure; and what then, as I somewhat boyishly concluded, could follow our lonely association at for three days, or a but ladyship's sanction? A describing his own passion, and in love, cannot but present a foolish figure. Unhappily, story solely my elopement with Grace Bellassys and came of it, and, therefore, it is in strictest sense a tale of love: a description of which sentiment, however, as it worked and my dearest girl, will endeavour to you little possible CHAPTER III SEA It was some time after three o'clock in the morning Grace fell asleep. The heave of the vessel had entirely She had no smiles me; the handkerchief she to mouth had kept her but eyes beautiful now their languishing expression of and I could not remove gaze from her face, look as she lay with the rich bronze her hair glittering, as though gold-dusted, to lamplight, and her brow showing with an ivory gleam through the tresses shadowed it disorder. She fell asleep at last, breathing quietly, I cannot tell how comforted me to find
 brook-like murmurings of
wateRs alongsidE; the sIlkEn fAnNingS of pHantom-like piniONs of
Canvas; the subdued voices Of the MeN ForwARd...  yes!  It Was of thESe
THIngS I HaD thOuGHt; These WerE the engAging, the deLigHtFul fancies
thAT hAd filled my BraIn.

Nor, in this cAndId narrAtIve WHich, I TruSt, wilL carry ITs own
aPology for OuR AudaciOUs behavIOUr As it Progresses, must I omIT tO
Give the chief reAson foR mY ChOICe oF a yAcht as a meaNs Of eloPIng
with gRaCE.  sHe wAS under twenty-oNe; her aunt, LaDY AmElia RoScOe,
wAS her guArdiaN, aND no Clergyman woUld mArry the giRl to me WIthout
hER aunt's cOnsent.  thaT coNsenT MuSt Be wReSTed FRoM thE Old Lady,
and tHe BuSinesS of wRESTIng mAniFestLy impLies a violent mEasUre; aND
whAt theN, as I sOmewHaT boyiShly coNcludEd, Could follow our lOnelY
associatIon At Sea FoR threE Or four DayS, or Perhaps A week, buT Her
LaDYSHiP's sanction?

A man, in deScRIBiNg his own PassioN, AnD iN DepicturInG hiMselF MAking
Love, CAnNot but prEsent a FOoLiSh figurE.  UNhappiLy, ThiS stOry
soLEly cOncernS my elopeMent wITh Grace BellassYS and what came oF It,
AND, tHErefOre, It is in the stRictESt seNse a TAlE of LOve: a
dEscriPtIOn OF which sentiment, howeVeR, as it wOrked In me and my
dearEst girl, I wiLL ENdeavour To trOUbLE you as little as PossiBle
with.




CHAptER III

AT sEA

It Was some tIme after tHREe o'clock In tHe mOrnIng WHEn grace fell
asleEP.  the hEaVe of the VesSel had eNtiRelY coNquErEd emotion.  she
had haD nO sMiLeS foR me; thE HandkercHiEf sHe HelD to heR Mouth hAd
kepT her LiPs SEalEd; but heR EyES Were NeVeR morE beAuTiful Than NOw
wIth theiR languishIng EXpreSsIoN of suffEring, and I coulD nOt remove
my GaZe fRom her FACe, so exceEdingly sweet did she look aS She lay
wIth The riCh brOnze of her HaiR glittEriNG, as thoUgh golD-dustEd, To
tHE LamplIGHt, And HeR brow showiNG WitH an ivOrY gleAm throuGh the
tresses which sHAdoWed it in charmiNg dIsorDER.

SHe fELl ASleEp AT laST, Breathing quietlY, and I cannoT tELl How it
comfoRTed Me To find
 brook-like murmurings ofwaters alo ngsid e;the  s ilke n fa nnings of phan t om-l ike pinions of
canvas;  thesu b dued vo icesof them en f orw ar d. .. Y e s!   Itwas  of the se
thingsI h ad  thought; th e se  were theeng aging, the d eli ghtful  f anc i es
th athad f illedm y brai n.

Nor,in this c a ndid na r r at ivewhich, I trust, w i ll carry its ownapolog yf or o uraud acious beh av ioura s it pr o gr e s s es, must I omit t o
give thec hie f reas on  fo r  my ch oiceof a y acht as a m eans  of elopi ng
wit h  Grace.  She wa s unde r t wen ty-o n e;  h erau n t,L ad y A m eli a Roscoe ,wa s her  gua r d i a n, a ndno c lergy man would mar rytheg irl  to m e wit hout 
h er au nt's c onsen t.   That consentmust  be wrest edfr omth e old lady,and  th e busin ess ofw res ti n g ma nifestly implies a  v i o le nt measu re; an d 
w ha t  then, a sI s omew h a t boy ishl y  c oncluded , coul d  f ol low our  l onelyas soc iat ion a t  sea  for t hree orfourd ays, or perhap s  a week, buth er l ad y ship 'ssanction?
A ma n , in  des c ri bin g  hisown p as s io n , and in depicturin ghimsel f mak ing
love, can not but pr e s e nt a foo lish fi g ure.  Unhappil y, th is story
s o lely con cerns  my elop ement wit h Grace Be lla ssy s a ndw h at  came of it,a n d, t he refore,  it  is inthe  st ric tes tsense a t ale of l ov e:  a 
d esc ripti o n of whi ch  se nt ime nt, h o wever,  as i t wo rk ed inme andm yd e ares tgi rl,I w il l end eavo u r t o troub le you as  li t tleas  p ossible 
with.




CH AP TER III

A TSEA 

It w a s  some ti me after three o'clocki n the m orn ing w henGrace fel l
a sleep.   T h e heav e of t he ve ss elh a d ent i r el y c on quered emo t i on.   She 
h ad h ad no s miles for me; theh and kerchief shehel d to h er  mo u th had 
k e pth e r lips sealed;but her ey es we re never m o rebe autiful  than n ow
wi t h their  languish ing expre ss iono f  su ffering, a nd I cou ld not re m ove
m y  g aze f rom  her f ac e,so ex ceedin g lysweet  did s he  lookas sh elay
with  the rich bronze of her  hairglitt eri ng, as th oug h  go ld-dusted , to 
the lampl igh t,and h erb row s howi n gwit h  an i vory gleam thr o ug h t h e 
t resses whic h s had owediti n char ming  disorder.

She f e ll asleep at l ast, b rea thi n g qu ie tly, and I can not  t e l l how it 
c omforted me  to find 
 brook-like_murmurings of
waters_alongside; the silken fannings_of phantom-like_pinions_of
canvas; the_subdued_voices of the_men forward... _Yes!  It was_of these
things I_had_thought; these were the engaging, the delightful fancies
that had filled my brain.

Nor, in this_candid_narrative which,_I_trust,_will carry its own
apology for_our audacious behaviour as it_progresses, must_I omit to
give the chief reason for my_choice_of a yacht_as a means of eloping
with Grace.  She was_under twenty-one; her aunt, Lady Amelia_Roscoe,
was her guardian,_and_no_clergyman would marry the_girl to me without
her aunt's consent._ That consent must be wrested_from the old lady,
and the business of_wresting manifestly implies a violent measure;_and
what then, as I somewhat_boyishly concluded,_could follow our lonely
association at_sea for three_or four_days, or perhaps_a week, but her
ladyship's sanction?

A man,_in describing his_own passion, and in depicturing himself_making
love,_cannot but present_a_foolish_figure. _Unhappily, this story
solely_concerns_my elopement_with_Grace Bellassys and what came of_it,
and,_therefore, it is in the strictest sense_a tale of love:_a
description_of which sentiment, however,_as it worked in me_and my
dearest girl, I will endeavour_to trouble_you as_little as possible
with.




CHAPTER III

AT SEA

It was some time after three o'clock_in the morning when Grace fell
asleep._ The heave of_the vessel_had_entirely conquered emotion.__She
had had_no smiles for me; the handkerchief she_held to_her mouth had
kept her lips sealed;_but her eyes were_never_more beautiful than now
with their languishing_expression of suffering, and I could_not remove
my gaze from her_face,_so_exceedingly sweet did she look_as she lay
with the rich bronze_of her hair_glittering, as though gold-dusted, to
the lamplight, and_her_brow showing with an ivory gleam_through_the
tresses which shadowed it in charming_disorder.

She_fell_asleep at last, breathing quietly,_and I cannot tell how it
comforted_me to find