It was the middle of September and the schoolmaster 's bride had n't come -- never would come , we thought . `` There was a big storm then that lasted three days , and on the evening after it died away I went to the shore . I found the schoolmaster there , leaning with his arms folded against a big rock , gazing out to sea . `` I spoke to him but he did n't answer . His eyes seemed to be looking at something I could n't see . His face was set , like a dead man 's . '' ` John -- John , ' I called out -- jest like that -- jest like a frightened child , ` wake up -- wake up . ' `` That strange , awful look seemed to sorter fade out of his eyes . `` He turned his head and looked at me . I 've never forgot his face -- never will forget it till I ships for my last voyage . '' ` All is well , lad , ' he says . ` I 've seen the Royal William coming around East Point . She will be here by dawn . Tomorrow night I shall sit with my bride by my own hearth-fire . ' `` Do you think he did see it ? '' demanded Captain Jim abruptly . `` God knows , '' said Gilbert softly . `` Great love and great pain might compass we know not what marvels . '' `` I am sure he did see it , '' said Anne earnestly . `` Fol-de-rol , '' said Doctor Dave , but he spoke with less conviction than usual .
`` Because , you know , '' said Captain XXXXX solemnly , `` the Royal William came into Four Winds Harbor at daylight the next morning .
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