226245Aug 17th...6...It was awfully monotonous, & very hot too, so fl flapping about, waiting for abreeze, miles from shore, & miles from the Lig lighthouse,. Sometimes forthe sails sagged alt entirely, & at once you could hear the waveslittle waves, though they were right out to sea, brea lapping against the boat; &side of theas if they wereanchored inthea harbour.of odd littleEverything in the whole world seemed to stand still The sun beat down.The boat became full  of squeaks & creaks. Macalister's fishing linewentThe lighthousestood still, & thehills on thein the distanceplumb down into the sea. & everybodyseemed very close together &there came a[?] ?darkline upthe seaquite indifferent to each other,terribly depressed.Then, almost before thesail filled, the boat would seem to bemake an effort, toas ifshe were bracing herself together, & sure enough,almost beforethe moment aftershewould stretch herself out & lie, creak & groan & begin to move,half consciously, as if in her sleep, acr through the water.Thefishing lines (Cam held one too) would pull her aslant again,&the far away hills & the lighthouse would begin bobbing up & downagain as before.But nobody hadEveryone They all felt muchhappier,butnobody said anything.again, it was ever so long since anybody had spoken.

Suppose that anybody had spoken, half an hour ago, James would havealmost certainly have felt as if a little stick, something finicky &obtrusive, had been stuck into a stream which was running full tiltat top speed all one way.But nobody had spoken.His father, who wasreading, had turned the a page.one two or threeThat was enoughto givethestream a vicious curve.For it was all about his father; theor rather,forhis father having ceased had long physically had long ceasedtoinfluence his thought, it wasabout his&the& when his father turned a page, it seemeda very sharp as if he turned itself assertive way of turning a page, an insolent, or insolently,orwith a desire to ?interfere; or with his usual love ofmaking himself conspicuou out an object of pity.Had he, as wellin addition to turningapage spoken [?], surely at last somethingwould have happened.HeJames always had at the back of his mindan idea of a dagger which he would plunge into his father's heart.But this was half an hour ago.He had always
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