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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 narrow 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!

10 August.- The funeral of the poor sea-captain to-day was most
touching. Every boat in the harbour seemed to be there, and the coffin
was carried by captains all the way from Tate Hill Pier up to the
churchyard. Lucy came with me, and we went early to our old seat,
whilst the cortege of boats went up the river to the Viaduct and
came down again. We had a lovely view and saw the procession nearly
all the way. The poor fellow was laid to rest quite near our seat so
that we stood on it when the time came and saw everything. Poor Lucy
seemed much upset. She was restless and uneasy all the time, and I
cannot but think that her dreaming at night is telling on her. She
is quite odd in one thing: she will not admit to me that there is
any cause for restlessness; or if there be, she does not understand it
herself. There is an additional cause in that poor old Mr. Swales
was found dead this morning on our seat, his neck being broken. He had
evidently, as the doctor said, fallen back in the seat in some sort of
fright, for there was a look of fear and horror on his face that the
men said made them shudder. Poor dear old man! Perhaps he had seen
Death with his dying eyes! Lucy is so sweet and sensitive that she
feels influences more acutely than other people do. Just now she was
quite upset by a little thing which I did not much heed, though I am
myself very fond of animals. One of the men who came up here often
to look for the boats was followed by his dog. The dog is always
with him. They are both quiet persons, and I never saw the man
angry, nor heard the dog bark. During the service the dog would not
come to its master, who was on the seat with us, but kept a few
yards off, barking and howling. Its master spoke to it gently, and
then harshly, and then angrily; but it would neither come nor cease to
make a noise. It was in a sort of fury, with its eyes savage, and
all its hairs bristling out like a cat's tail when puss, is, on the
war-path. Finally the man, too, got angry, and jumped down and