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"'Decidedly, I must step down and see about that vessel,' said my grandfather Titbottom. "He gathered his ample dressing gown about him, and stepped from the piazza, with no other protection from the sun than the little smoking cap upon his head. His face wore a calm, beaming smile, as if he loved the whole world. DECIDEDLY I MUST STEP DOWN AND SEE ABOUT THAT VESSEL SAID MY GRANDFATHER TIT BOTTOM HE GATHERED HIS AMPLE DRESSING GOWN ABOUT HIM AND STEPPED FROM THE PIAZZA WITH NO OTHER PROTECTION FROM THE SUN THAN THE LITTLE SMOKING CAP UPON HIS HEAD HIS FACE WORE A CALM BEAMING SMILE AS IF HE LOVED THE WHOLE WORLD
nings of nearly half a century, my grandfather Titbottom had sat in his dressing-gown, and gazed at the sea. But one calm June day, as he slowly paced the piazza after breakfast, his dreamy glance was arrested by a little vessel, evidently nearing the shore. He called for his spyglass, and, surveying the craft, saw that she came from the neighboring island. She glided smoothly, slowly, over the summer sea. The warm morning air was sweet with perfumes, and silent with heat. The sea sparkled languidly, and the brilliant blue sky hung cloudlessly over. Scores of little island vessels had my grandfather seen coming over the horizon, and cast anchor in the port. Hundreds of summer mornings had the white sails flashed and faded, like vague faces through forgotten dreams. But this time he laid down the spyglass, and leaned against a column of the piazza, and watched the vessel with an intentness that he could not explain. She came nearer and nearer, a graceful spectre in the dazzling morning.  DURING THE LONG WARM MORNINGS OF NEARLY HALF A CENTURY MY GRANDFATHER TIT BOTTOM HAD SAT IN HIS DRESSING GOWN AND GAZED AT THE SEA BUT ONE CALM JUNE DAY AS HE SLOWLY PACED THE PIAZZA AFTER BREAKFAST HIS DREAMY GLANCE WAS ARRESTED BY A LITTLE VESSEL EVIDENTLY NEARING THE SHORE HE CALLED FOR HIS SPY GLASS AND SURVEYING THE CRAFT SAW THAT SHE CAME FROM THE NEIGHBORING ISLAND SHE GLIDED SMOOTHLY SLOWLY OVER THE SUMMER SEA THE WARM MORNING AIR WAS SWEET WITH PERFUMES AND SILENT WITH HEAT THE SEA SPARKLED LANGUIDLY AND THE BRILLIANT BLUE SKY HUNG CLOUDLESSLY OVER SCORES OF LITTLE ISLAND VESSELS HAD MY GRANDFATHER SEEN COMING OVER THE HORIZON AND CAST ANCHOR IN THE PORT HUNDREDS OF SUMMER MORNINGS HAD THE WHITE SAILS FLASHED AND FADED LIKE VAGUE FACES THROUGH FORGOTTEN DREAMS BUT THIS TIME HE LAID DOWN THE SPYGLASS AND LEANED AGAINST A COLUMN OF THE PIAZZA AND WATCHED THE VESSEL WITH AN INTENTNESS THAT HE COULD NOT EXPLAIN SHE CAME NEARER AND NEARER A GRACEFUL SPECTRE IN THE DAZZLING MORNING
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