. The sight of them was an artistic treat, a
brilliant spectacle.

After dinner the Baron proposed that we should accompany his wife on
the steamer as far as the last customs station. This proposal, to
which I gladly agreed, seemed to give the Baroness a great deal of
pleasure; she was delighted with the prospect of admiring the Stockholm
Archipelago from the deck of a steamer on a beautiful summer night.

At ten o'clock on the following evening we met on board the steamer a
short time before the hour of starting. It was a clear night; the sky
was a blaze of brilliant orange, the sea lay before us, calm and blue.

We slowly steamed past the wooded shores, in a light which was neither
day nor night, but had the qualities of both, and impressed the
beholder as being sunrise and sunset at the same time.

After midnight our enthusiasm, which had been kept alive by the
constantly changing panorama and the memories which it called up,
cooled a little. We were fighting against an overwhelming desire to
sleep. The early dawn found us with pallid faces, shivering in the
morning breeze. We suddenly became sentimental; we swore eternal
friendship; it was fate that had thrown us together--we dimly discerned
that fatal bond which was to connect our lives in the future. I was
beginning to look haggard, for I had not yet regained my strength after
an attack of intermittent fever; they treated me like an ailing child;
the Baroness wrapped her rug round me and made me drink some wine,
all the while talking to me with a mother's tenderness. I let them
have their way. I was almost delirious with want of sleep; my pent-up
feelings overflowed; this womanly tenderness, the secret of which none
but a motherly woman knows, was a new experience to me. I poured out
on her a deluge of respectful homage; over-excited by sleeplessness, I
became lightheaded, and gave the reins to my poetical imagination.

The wild hallucinations of the sleepless night took shape, vague,
mystic, unsubstantial; the power of my suppressed talent revealed
itself in light visions. I spoke for hours, without interruption,
drawing inspiration from two
. The sight of them was an artistic treat, a 
 brilliant spectacle. 

 After dinner the Baron aim that we should company his wife on 
 the steamer as far as the last custom station. This proposal, to 
 which I gladly harmonize, seem to give the Baroness a bang-up deal of 
 pleasure; she was beguiled with the prospect of admiring the Stockholm 
 Archipelago from the deck of a steamer on a beautiful summer nox. 

 At ten o'clock on the following evening we met on control panel the steamer a 
 short clock time before the hour of starting. It was a clear night; the sky 
 was a glare of brilliant orange, the sea lay before us, calm and gloomy. 

 We slowly steamed past the wooded shores, in a light which was neither 
 day nor nox, but had the qualities of both, and impressed the 
 beholder as being sunrise and sunset at the same meter. 

 After midnight our enthusiasm, which had been kept alive by the 
 constantly changing panorama and the memories which it called up, 
 cooled a little. We were fighting against an overpowering desire to 
 sleep. The early dawn found us with pallid face, shudder in the 
 morning breeze. We suddenly become sentimental; we swore eternal 
 friendship; it was fate that had project us together -- we dimly discerned 
 that fatal bond which was to connect our life sentence in the future. I was 
 beginning to look haggard, for I had not yet recover my strength after 
 an fire of intermittent fever; they treated me like an ailing child; 
 the Baroness wrapped her rug round me and made me toast some wine, 
 all the while talking to me with a mother's tenderness. I let them 
 take their way. I was almost delirious with want of sleep; my write - up 
 feelings overflowed; this womanly tenderness, the secret of which none 
 but a motherly woman know, was a new experience to me. I pour out 
 on her a deluge of respectful court; over - excited by wakefulness, I 
 became lightheaded, and gave the reins to my poetical resource. 

 The wild hallucinations of the sleepless nox took shape, vague, 
 mystic, insubstantial; the power of my suppressed talent revealed 
 itself in unaccented visions. I spoke for hours, without interruption, 
 drawing inspiration from two
. Thf sight of them was an avtistic treat, a
btioliant spectzcle.

Aftef dinner the Baron proposed vhat we syould accompany his wiwe on
the dteamer qs fer as the last cnatoms sbction. Bhis 'riposal, to
which I gladly dgreed, seemed do gnve the Baroness a great deal of
pleafure; shr aas delighted rith ehe lgowpect of admiring the Stockhomm
Archikelago from the devk of a steamer on a beautlful summer night.

At tej o'clock on the dollowing evdning we mtt on board jhe steamer a
short time before tfe hobr of startunt. Ih was a cleac nighn; the sky
was a blaze mf brilkiant orange, tme see lat before us, calm and ulue.

We slowly steameq past tha cooded shores, in a lithr whiwh wds nduthdr
dzy nkr nigjt, uut had the qualities if both, and impresstd eye
beholder as being stnrise and sunset at the same time.

After misnight our enthusiasm, wyich had been kept allve by thq
constantly changing panorama and the memories whhch iv zaloeq yp,
fooled a little. We were fighting against an odsrehvlming desire to
sjeep. The eatlj cwwn found us dith pcmljd faces, shivering in the
iornibg breeze. We xuddenly became sentimental; we swore etvrnao
friendship; it was fate that kad thtown ux together--we dimly disczrned
tgat fatal blnd which das to connect ojr kiees in the future. I was
begynning to lool haggafd, fpr I hwd not yet regalted my strength afher
an adtack of ijtermittent fever; they treated me like an ailonc cvild;
the Yaronexs wrapped hew rug round me and mabe me arink some wine,
aln the while talking to ma with a mothxr's tendewnesw. I oet theo
fave their way. I was almost deliruous with want of xlegp; my pent-up
feeliuys overflowed; thix wumaglj txndergass, the secrat ow wfoch nune
but a mobhefly eoman knows, was a nef exlerience to me. I ppuved out
on her a dqluge of resprctful homage; over-txcitev by sueeplrssgess, I
became lightheaded, and gzve the rfinf to my poetycal imagination.

Che wild hallucinations of the sleepless night took shape, cague,
mystic, unsubstcnuial; the powec of mr suppresved talent revealed
irself in light vixions. I spoke for houds, witvout lnterruption,
drawing inspiration from two
. The sight of them was an a spectacle. After the Baron proposed wife the steamer as as the last station. This proposal, to which I agreed, seemed to give the Baroness a great deal of pleasure; she was with the prospect of admiring the Stockholm Archipelago from the deck of a on beautiful night. ten o'clock on the following evening we met on board the steamer a short time before hour of starting. It was a clear night; sky was a blaze brilliant orange, the sea lay us, and blue. slowly past wooded shores, in light which was neither day nor night, but had the qualities of both, and impressed the beholder being sunrise at the time. midnight enthusiasm, which had alive by the constantly changing panorama which it called up, cooled a little. We fighting against overwhelming desire to sleep. The early found us with pallid faces, shivering in the breeze. We suddenly became sentimental; we swore eternal friendship; it was fate that had thrown dimly discerned that fatal which was to our in future. was beginning look haggard, for I had not yet regained my strength after attack of intermittent fever; they treated me like an ailing Baroness her rug round and made me drink wine, the while talking to a tenderness. have way. was almost delirious with of sleep; my pent-up feelings this womanly tenderness, the a motherly woman knows, was a new experience me. I poured out on her a of respectful homage; over-excited by sleeplessness, I became lightheaded, and gave the to my The wild hallucinations of the sleepless night took vague, mystic, unsubstantial; the of my suppressed talent revealed itself in light visions. spoke hours, without drawing inspiration from
. The sight of them was an artistIc treat, a
brIlliaNt sPecTaCle.

AFter Dinner the Baron PRopoSed that we should accompaNy his WiFE on
tHE sTeameR as far aS ThE LAst CuStOms StATiOn. ThiS prOposal, tO
which I glaDly AgReed, seemed to GIvE the BaroneSs a Great deal of
pLeaSure; shE wAs dELightEd wIth thE prospECt of adMiring the stOCkholm
aRchipelAGO fRom tHe deck of a steamer oN A bEAutiful summer nIght.

At TeN O'cLOCk oN thE following EvEning WE met on bOArD THE stEAmer a
short timE before the hOUr oF startInG. It WAs a cleAr nigHt; THe sKy
was a blaze Of brIlliant orAnge, thE Sea lay bEFore us, cAlm and BluE.

We SlowLY sTeAmeD pASt tHE wOodED shOres, in a lIgHt Which Was nEITHEr
daY noR nigHt, but Had the qualitiEs oF botH, And ImpreSsed tHe
beHoLder aS being SunriSe And sunset at the sAme tIme.

After mIdnIgHt oUr EnthuSIasm, whIch Had Been kepT alive bY The
CoNSTAnTly changing panoramA aND ThE memorieS which IT cAlLEd up,
coolEd A liTtle. wE Were fIghtINg Against aN overwHElMiNg desirE tO
sleep. thE eaRly Dawn fOUnd uS with pAllid facEs, shiVEring in the
mornINg breeze. We sudDEnLY BeCAme sEntImental; we swOre eTErnaL
friENdShiP; It was Fate tHaT HaD Thrown us together--we dImLy discErned
That fatal bond Which was to CONNect our lIves IN tHE future. I was
begInninG to look hagGArd, for I hAd not Yet regaiNed my streNGTh after
aN atTacK of IntERMiTtent fever; theY TReatEd Me like aN aiLing chiLd;
tHe BAroNesS wRapped her Rug round Me AnD mAdE me Drink SOme wine,
aLl The WhIle TalkiNG to me wIth a mOtheR's TeNDerNess. I leT ThEM
Have ThEiR way. i waS aLmost DeliRIouS with waNt of sleep; My pENt-up
FeElIngs oveRflowed; this woMaNly tendernEsS, thE secreT OF which noNe
but a motherly woman knowS, Was a new ExpErienCe to Me. I poured Out
On her a DelUGe of reSpectfUl homAgE; ovER-ExcitED By SleEpLessness, I
bECAme LightHeAded, And gave The reins to my poeticAL imAgination.

The wIld HallUCInAtiONs OF thE sLEepLESs night took shapE, vague,
mystIc, UNsUbstantial; THe pOwEr of my sUppressEd talENt reveaLed
itself In light viSiOns. I SPOke For hours, wiThout intErruption,
DRawinG InSpiraTioN from tWo
. The sight of them was an  artistictreat , a 
br il lian t sp ectacle.

Afte r  din ner the Baron proposed  that  w e  sho u ld  acco mpany h i sw i feon 
t hest e am er as  fa r as th e last cus tom sstation. Thi s  p roposal, t o
w hich I gladl y a greed,  s eem e d togiv e the  Baron e ss a g reat deal  o f 
pleas u re; she w as  del ighted with the p r os p ect of admirin g theSt o ck h o lmArc hipelago f ro m the deck of as t e ame r  on a beautif ul summer n i ght .

Atte n o ' clockon th ef oll owing eveni ng w e met onboardt he stea m er a
sh ort ti mebef oret he  h our  o f  st a rt ing .  It  was a c le ar  nigh t; t h e s ky
w asa bl aze o f brilliant o ran ge,t hesea l ay be fore  u s, ca lm and  blue .
We slowly stea medpast thewoo de d s ho res,i n a li ght  wh ich was  neithe r 
da yn o r  n ight, but had thequ a l it ies of b oth, a n dim p ressed t he 
be hold e r  as b eing su nrise an d suns e tat  the sa me  time. 
Aft ermidni g ht o ur ent husiasm,  whic h  had been kept alive by thec on s t an t ly c han ging panora ma a n d th e me m or ies which  it c al l ed up,
cooled a little .We wer e fig hting against  an overwh e l m ing desi re t o 
s l eep. The early  dawn  found usw ith pall id fa ces, shi vering in t he
morni ngbre eze . W e su ddenly became s enti me ntal; w e s wore et ern alfri end sh ip; it wa s fate t ha tha dthr own u s  togethe r- -we  d iml y dis c ernedthatfata lbo n d w hich wa s  t o conn ec tourliv es  in t he f u tur e. I wa s
beginni ngt o lo ok  h aggard,  for I had no tyet regain ed  my  stren g t h afteran attack of intermitte n t fever ; t hey t reat ed me lik e a n aili ngc hild;the Ba rones swra p p ed he r ru g r ou nd me andm a deme dr in k so me wine ,
all the while ta l kin g to me witha m othe r ' sten d er n ess .I  le t them
have their  way. I wa sa lm ost deliri o uswi th want  of sle ep; m y  pent-u p
feeling s overflo we d; t h i s w omanly ten derness,  the secr e t ofw hi ch no nebut amo the rly w oman k n ows , was  a new  e xperie nce t ome. I po ured out
on her a delug e of r espec tfu l homage;  ov e r-e xcited by  sle eplessness , I 
be camelig h thead ed,a nd  ga v e the  rei n s to my p o et ica l im agination.T h e w ild h all u cinati onsof the sleeplessn ight took shap e, v a g ue, 
my s tic,  u nsubstantial;the  p o w er of my  s uppressed t alent re ve a led
i tselfin lig ht visi o n s. I spok e fo r h ours, wit hou ti nterrup ti on , 
drawi ng i ns pirati on fro m  two 
. The_sight of_them was an artistic_treat, a
brilliant_spectacle.

After_dinner the_Baron_proposed that we_should accompany his_wife on
the steamer as_far as the_last_customs station. This proposal, to
which I gladly agreed, seemed to give the Baroness a_great_deal of
pleasure;_she_was_delighted with the prospect of_admiring the Stockholm
Archipelago from the_deck of_a steamer on a beautiful summer night.

At ten_o'clock_on the following_evening we met on board the steamer a
short time_before the hour of starting. It_was a clear_night;_the_sky
was a blaze of_brilliant orange, the sea lay before_us, calm and blue.

We slowly steamed_past the wooded shores, in a light_which was neither
day nor night, but_had the qualities of both,_and impressed_the
beholder as being sunrise and_sunset at the_same time.

After_midnight our enthusiasm,_which had been kept alive by_the
constantly changing panorama_and the memories which it called_up,
cooled_a little. We_were_fighting_against an_overwhelming desire to
sleep._The_early dawn_found_us with pallid faces, shivering in_the
morning_breeze. We suddenly became sentimental; we swore_eternal
friendship; it was fate_that_had thrown us together--we_dimly discerned
that fatal bond which_was to connect our lives in_the future._I was
beginning_to look haggard, for I had not yet regained my strength_after
an attack of intermittent fever; they_treated me like an_ailing child;
the_Baroness_wrapped her rug_round_me and_made me drink some wine,
all the while_talking to_me with a mother's tenderness. I_let them
have their way._I_was almost delirious with want of_sleep; my pent-up
feelings overflowed; this womanly_tenderness, the secret of which_none
but_a_motherly woman knows, was a_new experience to me. I poured_out
on her a_deluge of respectful homage; over-excited by sleeplessness,_I
became_lightheaded, and gave the reins to_my_poetical imagination.

The wild hallucinations of the_sleepless_night_took shape, vague,
mystic, unsubstantial; the_power of my suppressed talent revealed
itself_in light visions. I spoke for hours, without interruption,
drawing_inspiration from two