lit) The Captain’s Book
departure. How she regretted having gone away, her dear
Captain—well as the lips that had told her many of its wonders
were silenced for ever, she would read it here, at his side, before
they laid him away for ever.
She bolted the door and knelt down with a light on her face of
faith and devotion. She opened the wonderful book—paused at
the title with a look of surprise—turned the pages with eager
fingers—all fair, all unsullied—and in trembling letters across the
title-page of the golden book, that had been alike the dream of his
life and its fate—his own name.
departure. How she regretted having gone away, her dear
Captain—well as the lips that had told her many of its wonders
were silenced for ever, she would read it here, at his side, before
they laid him away for ever.
She bolted the door and knelt down with a light on her face of
faith and devotion. She opened the wonderful book—paused at
the title with a look of surprise—turned the pages with eager
fingers—all fair, all unsullied—and in trembling letters across the
title-page of the golden book, that had been alike the dream of his
life and its fate—his own name.