The Life Everlasting; a reality of romance by Marie Corelli
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us. She's illuminated, too. Have you seen her?"
"No," I answered, and turned in the direction he indicated. An involuntary exclamation escaped me. There, about half a mile to our rear, floated a schooner of exquisite proportions and fairy-like grace, outlined from stem to stern by delicate borderings of electric light as though decorated for some great festival, and making quite a glittering spectacle in the darkness of the deepening night. We could see active figures at work on deck--the sails were dropped and quickly furled,--but the quivering radiance remained running up every tapering mast and spar, so that the whole vessel seemed drawn on the dusky air with pencil points of fire. I stood up, gazing at the wonderful sight in silent amazement and admiration, with the captain beside me, and it was he who first spoke. "I can't make her out,"--he said, perplexedly,--"We never heard a sound except just when she dropped anchor, and that was almost noiseless. How she came round the point yonder so suddenly is a mystery! I was keeping a sharp look-out, too." "Surely she's very large for a sailing vessel?" I queried. "The largest I've ever seen,"--he replied--"But how did she sail? That's what I want to know!" He looked so puzzled that I laughed. "Well, I suppose in the usual way,"--I said--"With sails." |
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