The Golden Fleece, a romance by Julian Hawthorne
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"Why, that's important!" said the general, arching his brows. "I wonder if Kamaiakan is one of those who know the place? If so, it might be worth his while to let me into the secret." "Oh, you couldn't go there! It's enchanted, and people who go near it die. There are bones all about there, now." "This Kamaiakan appears to be a remarkable personage: where did you pick him up?" inquired the professor. "It was rather the other way," Trednoke replied, taking one of his daughter's hands in his, and caressing it. "We are appendages to Kamaiakan. You look so natural, sitting there, Meschines, that I forget it's thirty years since we met, and that all the significant events of my life have happened in that time,--the Mexican war, my marriage, and the rest of it! I have been a widower ten years." "And I've been a bachelor for over sixty!" said Meschines, with a queer expression. "Your wife was Spanish, was she not?" |
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