The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 49, November, 1861 by Various
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sail with her. You will repent it, if you do."
"Better than starvation is a feast and repentance," cried the young man, gayly. "What harm is there in the girl? Though, to be sure, I had no particular intention of sailing with her." "It would be of no use to warn you explicitly," said his friend; "you would not believe me. But you must not go." "Nay, good father," returned the youth, a little vexed,--"it is altogether too unreasonable to expect me to obey like a child; give me one good reason why I should avoid her as if she had the plague, and I promise to be guided by you." "All women have some plague-spot," said the philosopher, sententiously. "Well, then, I may as well be infected by her as by any one," cried Anthrops, lightly, and was rushing down the steps again, when the philosopher caught him by the arm. "Follow me," he said; "you will not believe, but still you may see." He led the way down to the river, and, the youth still following, entered one of the gayly trimmed row-boats and pushed from shore. The boat seemed possessed by the will of its master, and, needing no other guide or impetus, floated swiftly into the centre of the channel. Obeying the same invisible helmsman, it there paused and rocked gently backwards and forwards as over an unseen anchor. The philosopher drew from his pocket a small cup and dipped up a little water. He then handed it to the youth, and bade him look at it through a strong |
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