 else she was afraid of my
discovering her indiscretions.

So she was afraid of me, of me who crouched at her feet like a dog,
whose leonine mane she had clipped, leaving him but a fringe like a
horse's; who waxed his moustache and wore up and down collars, to be
better equipped for the struggle with dangerous rivals. Her fear of me
increased my dread and stimulated my suspicions.

"This woman has a lover whom she is loath to leave, or else she is
afraid of retribution," I said to myself.

After endless discussions she wheedled a promise out of me to stay away
no longer than a year.

The will to live returned, and I eagerly finished a volume of poems
which was to be published in the winter following my departure.

Summer in my heart, I sang with fresh inspiration. I sang of my beloved
wife as she appeared to me on the day of our first meeting, a blue veil
fluttering from her straw hat, a blue veil which became the flag which
I hoisted when I sailed into the stormy sea. One evening I read this
poem to a friend. Marie listened with profound attention. When I had
finished she burst into tears, put her arms round me and kissed me.

A perfect actress, she played before my friend the part of the loving
wife. And the simpleton regarded me from that day as a jealous fool
whom heaven had blessed with the sweetest of wives.

"She loves you, old boy," my friend assured me again and again. And
four years later he reminded me of the scene as a convincing proof of
her fidelity.

"I swear to you at that moment she was sincere," he reiterated.

Sincere in her remorse, perhaps! Face to face with my love which
transformed the wanton into a madonna. It was not very surprising.




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He looked round anxiously to see if everything was there, as if it were
possible to see anything at all in that confusion of people and luggage
on the upper deck.

He felt guilty of an unknown crime, until the steamer had passed the
mill. He was dazzled by the blinding sun, the sea appeared to be
boundless, and the hazy blue
else she was afraid of my 
 discovering her indiscretions. 

 So she was afraid of me, of me who crouched at her foot like a frank, 
 whose leonine mane she had clipped, leaving him but a fringe like a 
 sawhorse's; who waxed his moustache and wear up and down collars, to be 
 well equipped for the struggle with dangerous rival. Her fear of me 
 increased my dread and stimulated my suspicion. 

 " This woman has a lover whom she is loath to leave, or else she is 
 afraid of vengeance, " I said to myself. 

 After endless discussions she wheedle a promise out of me to stay away 
 no longer than a year. 

 The will to live return, and I eagerly finished a volume of poems 
 which was to be published in the winter following my deviation. 

 Summer in my heart, I sang with fresh inspiration. I sang of my beloved 
 wife as she appeared to me on the day of our first meeting, a blue veil 
 fluttering from her straw hat, a blue veil which became the flag which 
 I hoist when I sailed into the stormy sea. One evening I understand this 
 poem to a friend. Marie listened with profound attention. When I had 
 finish up she abound into tears, put her branch round me and kissed me. 

 A perfect actress, she played before my friend the part of the love 
 wife. And the simpleton regarded me from that day as a jealous fool 
 whom heaven had bless with the sweetest of wives. 

 " She love you, old boy, " my friend assured me again and again. And 
 four years subsequently he reminded me of the scene as a convincing proof of 
 her fidelity. 

 " I trust to you at that moment she was sincere, " he reiterated. 

 Sincere in her remorse, possibly! Face to face with my love which 
 transformed the wanton into a madonna. It was not very surprising. 




 XII 

 SUN - MISTS 


 He look round anxiously to see if everything was there, as if it were 
 potential to see anything at all in that confusion of people and luggage 
 on the upper pack of cards. 

 He felt guilty of an unknown crime, until the steamer had communicate the 
 mill. He was dazzle by the blinding sun, the sea appeared to be 
 boundless, and the hazy blue
 elde she was afraid of my
dlscovering her iueiscrevions.

So she was afraid of me, of me who crourhed at htg feet like a dog,
whosd leonine mane shw hav clipped, leavinj him bub a fdlnge nmke a
horse's; who waxed his moustache and wurz up and down collars, to be
better eqtipped gog the struggle witn danfvrius rivals. Her fear of me
incrsased mj dread and stimukated my suspicions.

"This wolan jas a lover whom sje is loath to jwave, or else she is
afraid of retrigution," I said to myself.

After enaless discussiobs shf wheedled a prompse out of me to stay away
no longer than a yeer.

Thw will to live returnxd, and I eagerly finyshed a vmlbme of poems
which was ti be kublivhed un ghe wmntsr folpowmng my depadture.

Summer in my heart, I sang wynn fresh inspjratiog. Y sang of my beloved
wife as she appeareg tk me on the day of our dirst meeting, a blue geil
fluttqring from her straw hat, a blue veil which became the hlxg cmlch
I yolsted when I sailed into the stormy sea. One edsnonn I read this
poei to a friemd. Mstie listened wkth profohnd attention. When I had
fynishwd she buwst onto tears, put her arms roubd me and kifwed me.

A perfect accress, she plcyed bgfore ky friend the part of tke lovjng
wife. And the simpmdton regarded me frpm that day as a jealous fooj
whom heaten hcd blessdd woth thq sweetest of wlees.

"She loves you, opd boi," my fsiend assuged me again and again. And
four bxars later he ramitded me jf thc scene as a cogvincing proof of
her yideligy.

"I swear no you at that momene she was sinwgre," he reitereted.

Sincewe ib hee remorrd, perhaps! Face to face cnth my loce which
transformev thg santon into a mcbobna. It was not ferh stririxigc.




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Ve luokdc rouvd anxiousln tu ser if everything was dhers, as if it were
posxinle to seg anythind at all in tnat confusion of ptople end lujgage
om tre upper deck.

He felt guilty of an unknoan grime, until tre sbeamgr had passzd the
mill. He was dazzled by the blindinj sun, the sea appeared ro be
boundless, and jhe hazy blue
else she was afraid of my discovering So was afraid me, of me like dog, whose leonine she had clipped, him but a fringe like a who waxed his moustache and wore up and down collars, to be better for the struggle with dangerous rivals. Her fear of me increased my dread stimulated suspicions. woman a lover whom she is loath to leave, or else she is afraid of retribution," I to myself. After endless discussions she wheedled a out of me to away no longer than a The to live and eagerly a volume of which was to be published in the winter following my departure. Summer in my heart, I sang fresh inspiration. of my wife she to me on of our first meeting, a blue her straw hat, a blue veil which became flag which hoisted when I sailed into the sea. One evening I read this poem to friend. Marie listened with profound attention. When I had finished she burst into tears, put round me and kissed A perfect actress, played my the of the wife. And the simpleton regarded me from that day as a fool whom heaven had blessed with the sweetest of wives. you, boy," my friend me again and again. four later he reminded me scene a her "I to you at that she was sincere," he reiterated. in her remorse, perhaps! love which transformed the wanton into a madonna. was not very surprising. XII SUN-MISTS He round anxiously to see if everything was there, as if it were to see all in that confusion of people and luggage the upper deck. He guilty of an unknown crime, until the steamer had the He was by the blinding the sea appeared be boundless, and blue
 else she was afraid of my
discoVering her iNdiscRetIonS.

SO she Was aFraid of me, of me wHO croUched at her feet like a dog,
Whose LeONine MAnE she hAd clippED, lEAVinG hIm But A fRInGe likE a
hOrse's; whO waxed his mOusTaChe and wore up ANd Down collarS, to Be
better equiPpeD for thE sTruGGle wiTh dAngerOus rivALs. Her fEar of me
inCrEAsed my DRead and STImUlatEd my suspicions.

"ThiS WoMAn has a lover whoM she is LoATh TO LeaVe, oR else she is
AfRaid oF RetribuTIoN," i SAid TO myself.

After eNdless discuSSioNs she wHeEdlED a promIse ouT oF Me tO stay away
no LongEr than a yeAr.

The wILl to livE ReturneD, and I eAgeRly FiniSHeD a VolUmE Of pOEmS
whICh wAs to be puBlIsHed in The wINTER folLowIng mY depaRture.

Summer in My hEart, i SanG with Fresh InspIrAtion. i sang oF my beLoVed
wife as she appEareD to me on thE daY oF ouR fIrst mEEting, a BluE veIl
fluttEring frOM heR sTRAW hAt, a blue veil which beCaME ThE flag whiCh
I hoiSTeD wHEn I saileD iNto The sTORmy seA. One EVeNing I reaD this
pOEm To A friend. maRie lisTeNed WitH profOUnd aTtentiOn. When I hAd
finIShed she burst inTO tears, put her aRMs ROUnD Me anD kiSsed me.

A perfEct aCTresS, she PLaYed BEfore My friEnD ThE Part of the loving
wife. anD the siMpletOn regarded me fRom that day AS A Jealous fOol
wHOm HEaven had blesseD with The sweetesT Of wives.

"SHe lovEs you, old Boy," my frieND Assured mE agAin And AgaIN. anD
four years latER He reMiNded me oF thE scene aS a cOnvIncIng PrOof of
her fIdelity.

"I SwEaR tO yOu aT that MOment she WaS siNcEre," He reiTErated.

sinceRe in HeR rEMorSe, perhaPS! FACE to fAcE wIth mY loVe Which
TranSForMed the wAnton into A maDOnna. it WaS not verY surprising.




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He lOoKed Round aNXIously to See if everything was there, AS if it weRe
pOssibLe to See anythiNg aT all in ThaT ConfusIon of pEople AnD luGGAge
on THE uPpeR dEck.

He felt gUILty Of an uNkNown Crime, unTil the steamer had paSSed The
mill. He was dAzzLed bY THe BliNDiNG suN, tHE seA APpeared to be
bounDless, and thE hAZy Blue
 else she was afraid of my 
discoveri ng he r i ndi sc reti ons. 

So she was a f raid  of me, of me who crou chedat herf ee t lik e a dog , 
w h o sele on ine  m a ne  shehad  clippe d, leaving  hi mbut a fringe li ke a
horse 's;  who waxed h ismousta ch e a n d wor e u p and  downc ollars , to be
b et t er equ i pped fo r th e st ruggle with dange r ou s  rivals. Her f ear of  m e 
i n c rea sed  my dreadan d sti m ulatedm ys u s pic i ons.

"This w oman has al ove r whom  s hei s loat h tole a ve,  or else sh e is 
afraid o f retr i bution, "  I said  to my sel f.
Aft e ren dle ss dis c us sio n s s he wheed le da pro mise o u t  ofmeto s tay a way
no longer  th an a yea r.

T he wi ll t olivereturn ed, a nd  I eagerly fini shed  a volume  of  p oem swhich was to  be  pu blished  in the win te r f ol lowing my departur e. Su mmer inmy hea r t,  I sang wit hfre sh i n s pirat ion. Isang ofmy bel o ve dwife as  s he app ea red  to  me o n  the  day o f our fi rst m e eting, a bluev eil
flutterin g  f r o mh er s tra w hat, a bl ue v e il w hich be cam e  theflagwh i ch I hoisted when I sa il ed int o the  stormy sea.One evenin g I  read th is
p o em to a friend. M arielistened w i th profo und a ttention . When Ih a d
finish edshe  bu rst i nt o tears, puth e r ar ms  roundmeand kis sed  me .
A p er fect actr ess, she  p la ye dbef ore m y  friendth e p ar t o f the loving 
wife . An dth e  si mpleton re g a rded  m efrom  th at  dayas a jea lous fo ol
whom h eav e n ha dbl essed w ith the sweet es t of wives .
"S he lov e s  you, ol d boy," my friend assur e d me ag ain  andagai n. And
fo uryearslat e r he r eminde d meof  th e scene a sa c on vincing pr o o f o f
her  f idel ity.

" I swear to you att hat  moment she w assinc e r e, " h e  r e ite ra t ed. Sincere in herremorse, p er h ap s! Face to fac ewith my  love w hicht ransfor med the w anton int oa ma d o nna . It was n ot verysurprisin g .


XI I

SU N-M ISTS

H e l ooked  round anx iousl y to s ee  if ev eryth in g was th ere, as if it were
poss ible t o see  an ything at  al l  in  that con fusi on of peop leand  lugg age on th e up p er  de c k.

H e fe l t guiltyo fanu n kn own crime,u n t ilthe s tea m er had  pas sed the
mill. Hew as dazzled bytheb l ind ing sun,  t he sea appeare d t ob e 
boundle ss , and the h azy blue 
 else_she was_afraid of my
discovering her_indiscretions.

So she_was_afraid of_me,_of me who_crouched at her_feet like a dog,
whose_leonine mane she_had_clipped, leaving him but a fringe like a
horse's; who waxed his moustache and wore_up_and down_collars,_to_be
better equipped for the struggle_with dangerous rivals. Her fear_of me
increased_my dread and stimulated my suspicions.

"This woman has_a_lover whom she_is loath to leave, or else she is
afraid of_retribution," I said to myself.

After endless_discussions she wheedled_a_promise_out of me to_stay away
no longer than a year.

The_will to live returned, and I_eagerly finished a volume of poems
which was_to be published in the winter_following my departure.

Summer in my_heart, I_sang with fresh inspiration. I_sang of my_beloved
wife as_she appeared to_me on the day of our_first meeting, a_blue veil
fluttering from her straw hat,_a_blue veil which_became_the_flag which
I_hoisted when I_sailed_into the_stormy_sea. One evening I read this
poem_to_a friend. Marie listened with profound attention._When I had
finished she_burst_into tears, put her_arms round me and kissed_me.

A perfect actress, she played before_my friend_the part_of the loving
wife. And the simpleton regarded me from that day_as a jealous fool
whom heaven had_blessed with the sweetest_of wives.

"She_loves_you, old boy,"_my_friend assured_me again and again. And
four years later_he reminded_me of the scene as a_convincing proof of
her fidelity.

"I_swear_to you at that moment she_was sincere," he reiterated.

Sincere in her_remorse, perhaps! Face to face_with_my_love which
transformed the wanton into_a madonna. It was not very_surprising.




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SUN-MISTS


He looked round_anxiously to see if everything was there,_as_if it were
possible to see anything_at_all in that confusion of people_and_luggage
on_the upper deck.

He felt guilty_of an unknown crime, until the_steamer had passed the
mill. He was dazzled by the_blinding sun, the_sea appeared to be
boundless, and_the_hazy_blue