“I am going to ask for your forgiveness. One always dreamed of this and never believed it. Then he turned round and gazed thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog where Courtlaw had disappeared. She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. I tell you, that girl would jump into the sea, rather. The work of plunder over, that of destruction commenced. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him. That was the true marvel of it. I had to stay in school no matter how sick I was. 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.
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