Dead Men Tell No Tales: Large Print

Nothing is so easy as falling in love on a long sea voyage, except falling out of love.Especially was this the case in the days when the wooden clippers did finely to land you inSydney or in Melbourne under the four full months. We all saw far too much of each other, unless, indeed, we were to see still more. Our superficial attractions mutually exhausted, we lost heart and patience in the disappointing strata which lie between the surface andthe bed-rock of most natures. My own experience was confined to the round voyage of theLady Jermyn, in the year 1853. It was no common experience, as was only too well knownat the time. And I may add that I for my part had not the faintest intention of falling in loveon board; nay, after all these years, let me confess that I had good cause to hold myselfproof against such weakness. Yet we carried a young lady, coming home, who, God knows, might have made short work of many a better m