I was entranced, and stood with folded arms,
looking forth into the night, and musing intensely on the appalling
scene which had just vanished like a feverish dream--"Dinner waits,
sir," quoth Mafame.
"Oh! I am coming;" and kicking all my romance to Old Nick, I descended,
and we had a pleasant night of it, and some wine and some fun, and there
an end--but I have often dreamed of that dark pool, and the scenes I
witnessed there that day and night.
CHAPTER XIII
The Pirate's Leman
"When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?"
"The only art her guilt can cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is to die."
OLIVER GOLDSMITH, "SONG" FROM
THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.
"Ay Dios, si sera possible que he ya hallado lugar que pueda servir de
escondida sepultura a la carga pesada deste cuerpo, que tan contra mi
voluntad sostengo?"
DON QUIXOTE DE LA MANCHA.
The next morning after breakfast I proceeded to Santiago, and landed at
the custom house wharf, where I found everything bustle, dust, and heat;
several of the captains of the English vessels were there, who
immediately made up to me, and reported how far advanced in their lading
they were, and enquired when we were to give them convoy, the latest
news from Kingston, &c. At length I saw our friend Ricardo Campana going
along one of the neighbouring streets, and I immediately made sail in
chase.
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