Again we got well out to sea, and were becalmed. For nearly a week,
not a breeze had broken the surface of the ocean. Then another of those
enchanting scenes we had feared to behold no more was presented to us.
The beautiful invalid, assisted by her now inseparable companion, came
upon the deck to watch the sunset. From her cheek the bloom of health
was gone; but the look of wild dread with which hitherto she had never
quite ceased to regard him who supported her was gone also, and in its
place the large, dark eyes were filled by a glance of such indescribable
gratitude and trust as only her eyes could express. He, for the first
time, looked neither more nor less than a man. Her shrinking from our
presence, too, had disappeared, and her look of recognition now was
unmistakable and cordial. She had resumed her original garb, long
disused as if to avoid remark at the ports we visited, and its glowing
colors seemed to heighten the contrast between the pallid cheek and
the long, dark lashes that drooped languidly over them, as, wearied
at length by the unusual exertion, she sank heavily on her companion,
and was rather borne than assisted back to the cabin.
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