Tuesday, January 1, 2008

mona lisa painting

myself one of these, frantically imploring a knot of sailors whom I knew, not to let those two lost creatures perish before our eyes. ¡¡¡¡They were making out to me, in an agitated way - I don't know how, for the little I could hear I was scarcely composed enough to understand - that the lifeboat had been bravely manned an hour ago, and could do nothing; and that as no man would be so desperate as to attempt to wade off with a rope, and establish a communication with the shore, there was nothing left to try; when I noticed that some new sensation moved the people on the beach, and saw them part, and Ham come breaking through them to the front. ¡¡¡¡I ran to him - as well as I know, to repeat my appeal for help. But, distracted though I was,

by a sight so new to me and terrible, the determination in his face, and his look out to sea - exactly the same look as I remembered in connexion with the morning after Emily's flight - awoke me to a knowledge of his danger. I held him back with both arms; and implored the men with whom I had been speaking, not to listen to him, not to do murder, not to let him stir from off that sand!

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