Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
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'It is only nervousness,' she answered. 'I am afraid you will cast off the masts in spite of me. Oh, please, please, Humphrey, don't!' she burst out. ¡¡¡¡And so it ended, with the phrase she knew had all power over me. We shivered miserably throughout the night. Now and I again I slept fitfully, but the pain of the cold always aroused me. How Maud could stand it was beyond me. I was too tired to thrash my arms about and warm myself,
oil painting but I found strength time and again to chafe her hands and feet to restore the circulation. And still she pleaded with me not to cast off the masts. About three in the morning she was caught by a cold cramp, and after I had rubbed her out of that she became quite numb. I was frightened. I got out the oars and made her row, though she was so weak I thought she would faint at every stroke. ¡¡¡¡Morning broke, and we looked long in the growing light for our island. At last it showed, small and black, on the horizon, fully fifteen miles away. I scanned the sea with my glasses. Far away in the southwest I could see a dark line on the water, which grew even as I looked at it.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
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