H. B. Marriott Watson

H. B. Marriott Watson

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Portrait of H. B. Marriott Watson H. B. Marriott Watson The Castle by the Sea — Chapter 20 (1909)

It was Perdita, recognizable in every line of her body, recognizable in the poise of her head and neck, in the upward curve of her arms. For one instant she stood thus above the level of my fascinated gaze, a spirit of the storm, as it seemed, a wild sea-maiden out of the tempestuous waters. And the next the boat plunged, rode down upon the caverns, lurched and cracked like brittle china on the outlying rocks of the cliff.
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Portrait of H. B. Marriott Watson H. B. Marriott Watson The Castle by the Sea — Chapter 20 (1909)

But he never mentioned Perdita. Oh, Sir Gilbert Norroy, dear, dull Englishman, was the most kindly and self-centered and stupid of men. But I let him talk; nay, I encouraged him to do so—and all the time the tide was turning.
It began to go down at last, and it ran out fast. Keeping one to each side of the passage, we pressed on, never losing touch of the miraculous water by a foot's width. Out ebbed the sea with a ripple and babble of water, and with every moment our hearts grew lighter and brighter.
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Portrait of H. B. Marriott Watson H. B. Marriott Watson The Castle by the Sea — Chapter 20 (1909)

The awful moaning of the waters again filled the caverns. I fixed my thoughts on Perdita—Perdita in the light, Perdita with the sunshine playing on her bronze-gold hair, Perdita with her vivid rose face. I shut my eyes, as if to pretend that the darkness was only within me, and that the day was broad without, and the curtains of my vision parted and I saw Perdita. She was always in the light.
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