Just keep your mind
open to whatever you may see or hear that can instruct your intentions.
That is all I ask. If you are willing to be instructed, the Instructor
will come, not perhaps, but certainly."
Four days after this conversation life in Hatton had broken apart, and
Harry was speeding down the Bay of Biscay and singing the fine old sea
song called after it, to the rhythm and music of its billowy surge. The
motion of the boat, the wind in the sails, the "chanties" of the sailors
as they went about their work, and the evident content and happiness
around him made Harry laugh and sing and toss away his cap and let the
fresh salt wind blow on his hot brain in which he fancied the clack and
clamor of the looms still lingered. He thought that a life at sea,
resting or sailing as the mood took him, would be a perfect life if only
Lucy were with him.
Sitting at dinner he very pointedly made the absence of women the great
want in this otherwise perfect existence. The captain earnestly and
strongly denied it.
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