The Woman-Haters: a yarn of Eastboro twin-lights by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
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yourself in the water?"
"Yelled at first, but no one heard me. Then I saw some lights off in this direction and started to swim for them. I made the shore finally, but I was so used up that I don't remember anything after the landing. Think I took a nap." "I presume likely. Wonder 'twasn't your everlastin' nap! Tut! tut! tut! Think of it!" "I don't want to, thank you. It isn't pleasant enough to think of. I'm here and--by the way, where IS here?" "This is Eastboro township--Eastboro, Cape Cod. Them lights out there are Eastboro Twin-Lights. I'm the keeper of 'em. My name's Atkins, Seth Atkins." "Delighted to meet you, Mr. Atkins. And tremendously obliged to you, besides." "You needn't be. I ain't done nothin'. Let me see, you said your name was--" "Did I?" The young man seemed startled, almost alarmed. "When?" Seth was embarrassed, but not much. "Well," he admitted, "I don't know's you did say it, come to think of it. What IS your name?" "My name?" |
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