But the days succeeded one another without result. She still dressedherself every day, and with a joyful look, went down to the harbour togossip with the other wives. She said that this delay was but natural;was it not the same event every year? These were such safe boats, andhad such capital sailors.
But when at home alone, at night, a nervous, anxious shiver of anguishwould run through her whole frame.
Was it right to be frightened already? Was there even a single reasonto be so? But she began to tremble at the mere idea of grounds forbeing afraid.
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