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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXIV. "Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then. Clown. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid one time or another." Twelfth Night. "Lantt? oh! it is you. What a mist there is! I was not sure if it was you. Tell me what you think of it, is this fog for rain or for heat?" Christy was the speaker; she was standing on the end of Sandy Cove harbor wall, and had just been joined by her brother; they had taken advantage of a morning tide to bathe before breakfast, and had strolled down the wall before going home. "Heat, of course!" answered Lanty, with a sort of triumph, as if the state of affairs as regarded the weather was all his own contriving; "you'll see the scorching hot day it is going to be." "How warm the water was this morning; really it was delicious! I swam out, but I was afraid to go far on account of the fog. How thick the mist is; you can't see two yards." The look-out from their post was certainly limited. It was early, not yet eight o'clock, and it wanted nearly an hour of high water. A dense gray vapor shrouded everything as if with a curtain; sky and water were alike hid. A peculiar trembling, visible only when you looked for it, of the lower portion of the curtain, betraying that the mist had for a stratum the sea itself. There was an eerie stillness and quietness, but Christy's ear caught a rhythmic swaying sound that came up from under the mist-veil as if a voice was stifled there; and now and again, as the tide rose and fell with the natural increase that gave it its sleeply impetus, was heard a hoarse muttering bubble of water running back from the crevices in the wall. From round the headland, now invisible, with its natural rampart of granite boulders, came cries and plashings that sounded strangely far-off, and like...