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The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. And I’m afraid. ”
Lucy grew hot. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked
round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. ‘You have something more to tell me?’
Jack grinned. Of course I ought to have some lights over the saloon; but by leaving all
the cabin doors open in the daytime, there's plenty of daylight. “What is a
ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. "He had been many years in this country before his
assassination took place.
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