“I’m five years older
than you, and no end wiser, being a man. O'Higgins struck a match and lit his Henry Clay, thereby drawing upon himself
the mutual disapproval of the spinsters. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs. 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. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation,
but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. Save my seat. He loved you. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how
old I look? Fifteen.
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