Mina
Murray's Journal8 August Lucy was very restless all night, and I
too, could not sleep. The storm was fearful, and as it boomed loudly among the
chimney pots, it made me shudder. When a sharp puff came it seemed to be like
a distant gun. Strangely enough, Lucy did not wake, but she got up twice and dressed
herself. Fortunately, each time I awoke in time and managed to undress her without
waking her, and got her back to bed. It is a very strange thing, this sleep-walking,
for as soon as her will is thwarted in any physical way, her intention, if there
be any, disappears, and she yields herself almost exactly to the routine of her
life. Early in the morning we both got up and went down to the harbour to
see if anything had happened in the night. There were very few people about, and
though the sun was bright, and the air clear and fresh, the big, grim-looking
waves, that seemed dark themselves because the foam that topped them was like
snow, forced themselves in through the mouth of the harbour, like a bullying man
going through a crowd. Somehow I felt glad that Jonathan was not on the sea last
night, but on land. But, oh, is he on land or sea? Where is he, and how? I am
getting fearfully anxious about him. If I only knew what to do, and could do anything! |
