Men, Women, and Ghosts by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
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mood took her, into the waves, leaning upon the side of the boat,
looking down into the water. One other sail only was to be seen upon the bay. They watched it for a while. It dropped into the west, and sunk from sight. They were silent for a time, and then they talked of friendship, and nature, and eternity, and then were silent for a time again, and then spoke--in a very general and proper way--of separation and communion in spirit, and broke off softly, and the boat rose and fell upon the strong outgoing tide. "Drifting, drifting on and on," hummed Pauline. The west, paling a little, left a haggard look upon the Doctor's face. "An honest man," the Doctor was saying, "an honest man, who loves his wife devotedly, but who cannot find in her that sympathy which his higher nature requires, that comprehension of his intellectual needs, that--" "I always feel a deep compassion for such a man," interrupted Miss Dallas, gently. "Such a man," questioned the Doctor in a pensive tone, "need not be debarred, by the shallow conventionalities of an unappreciative world, from a friendship which will rest, strengthen, and ennoble his weary soul?" "Certainly not," said Pauline, with her eyes upon the water; dull yellow, green, and indigo shades were creeping now upon its ruddiness. |
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