At night the body of clouds advan\u00adcing hig\u00adher up the sky smo\u00adthers the whole quiet gulf below with an impene\u00adtra\u00adble dark\u00adness, in which the sound of the fal\u00adling show\u00aders can be heard begin\u00adning and cea\u00adsing abruptly\u2014now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are pro\u00adver\u00adbial with the sea\u00admen along the whole west coast of a great con\u00adti\u00adnent. Sky, land, and sea dis\u00adap\u00adpear tog\u00ade\u00adther out of the world when the Placido\u2014as the say\u00ading is\u2014goes to sleep under its black pon\u00adcho. The few stars left below the sea\u00adward frown of the vault shine fee\u00adbly as into the mouth of a black cavern. In its vast\u00adness your ship floats unseen under your feet, her sails flut\u00adter invi\u00adsi\u00adble above your head. The eye of God Himself\u2014they add with grim profanity\u2014could not find out what work a man\u2019s hand is doing in there; and you would be free to call the devil to your aid with impu\u00adnity if even his malice were not defea\u00adted by such a blind darkness.
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\nThe shores on the gulf are steep-to all round; three unin\u00adha\u00adbi\u00adted islets bas\u00adking in the suns\u00adhine just out\u00adside the cloud veil, and oppo\u00adsite the ent\u00adrance to the har\u00adbour of Sulaco, bear the name of \u201cThe Isabels.\u201d
\nThere is the Great Isa\u00adbel; the Little Isa\u00adbel, which is round; and Her\u00admosa, which is the smallest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
At night the body of clouds advan\u00adcing hig\u00adher up the sky smo\u00adthers the whole quiet gulf below with an impene\u00adtra\u00adble dark\u00adness, in which the sound of the fal\u00adling show\u00aders can be heard begin\u00adning and cea\u00adsing abruptly\u2014now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are pro\u00adver\u00adbial with the sea\u00admen along the whole west coast of a great con\u00adti\u00adnent. Sky, land, and sea dis\u00adap\u00adpear tog\u00ade\u00adther out of the world when the Placido\u2014as the say\u00ading is\u2014goes to sleep under its black pon\u00adcho. The few stars left below the sea\u00adward frown of the vault shine fee\u00adbly as into the mouth of a black cavern. In its vast\u00adness your ship floats unseen under your feet, her sails flut\u00adter invi\u00adsi\u00adble above your head. The eye of God Himself\u2014they add with grim profanity\u2014could not find out what work a man\u2019s hand is doing in there; and you would be free to call the devil to your aid with impu\u00adnity if \u2026