The Red Rover by James Fenimore Cooper
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they called Wyllys?"
"Did you note it?" "It sounded to me like the tones of an oracle--the whisperings of fancy--the very words of truth! It was a strange and persuasive voice!" "I confess I felt its influence, and in a way for which I cannot account!" "It amounts to infatuation!" returned the barrister pacing up and down the little apartment, every trace of humour and irony having disappeared in a look of settled and abstracted care. His companion appeared little disposed to interrupt his meditations, but stood leaning against the naked walls, himself the subject of deep and sorrowful reflection. At length the former shook off his air of thought, with that startling quickness which seemed common to his manner; he approached a window, and, directing the attention of Wilder to the ship in the outer harbour, abruptly demanded,-- "Has all your interest in yon vessel ceased?" "Far from it; it is just such a boat as a seaman's eye most loves to study!" "Will you venture to board her?" "At this hour? alone? I know not her commander, or her people." "There are other hours beside this, and a sailor is certain of a frank reception from his messmates." |
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