It was the first time Miss Kitwater had seen the southern coast, and for this reason I made her promise that she would rise early next morning in order that she might witness our approach to the far-famed island.

This she did, and side by side we watched the vessel draw closer to the land.

Away to the west lay the island of Ustica, its outline sharply defined in the clear morning air.
"How beautiful it all is!" she said, "and to think that we are sailing such lovely seas upon such an errand." "You must try not to think about it," I said.

"'Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.' Let us hope that it will all come right in the end.

If only Leglosse can get hold of Hayle first, your uncle cannot possibly do him any harm, however much disposed he may be that way.
Between us we ought to be able to manage that." Shortly after breakfast we obtained our first glimpse of Sicily.