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A long plank was put out from her side, and the debarkation commenced. "My grandfather Titbottom stood looking on, to see the passengers as they passed. There were but a few of them, and mostly traders from the neighboring island. But suddenly the face of a young girl appeared over the side of the vessel, and she stepped upon the plank to descend. A LONG PLANK WAS PUT OUT FROM HER SIDE AND THE DEBARCATION COMMENCED MY GRANDFATHER TIT BOTTOM STOOD LOOKING ON TO SEE THE PASSENGERS AS THEY PASSED THERE WERE BUT A FEW OF THEM AND MOSTLY TRADERS FROM THE NEIGHBORING ISLAND BUT SUDDENLY THE FACE OF A YOUNG GIRL APPEARED OVER THE SIDE OF THE VESSEL AND SHE STEPPED UPON THE PLANK TO DESCEND
he 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. "'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. He was not an old man; but there was almost a patriarchal pathos in his expression, as he sauntered along in the sunshine towards the shore. A group of idle gazers was collected, to watch the arrival. The little vessel furled her sails, and drifted slowly landward, and, as she was of very light draft, she came close to the shelving shore.  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 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 HE WAS NOT AN OLD MAN BUT THERE WAS ALMOST A PATRIARCHAL PATHOS IN HIS EXPRESSION AS HE SAUNTERED ALONG IN THE SUNSHINE TOWARDS THE SHORE A GROUP OF IDLE GAZERS WAS COLLECTED TO WATCH THE ARRIVAL THE LITTLE VESSEL FURLED HER SAILS AND DRIFTED SLOWLY LANDWARD AND AS SHE WAS A VERY LIGHT DRAUGHT SHE CAME CLOSE TO THE SHELVING SHORE
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