The Golden Fleece, a romance by Julian Hawthorne
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have spoken of it to any one."
"I understand. And what of the investigations?" "I can say that I found enough to interest me. I'll tell you about it some time. I should be glad to leave Miriam something to make her independent." "I should say that her Creator had already done that!" said Meschines. "By the way, I know a young fellow--if he were only here--who is just the man you want, and can be trusted. He's a civil engineer, --Harvey Freeman: the Lord only knows in what part of the world he is at this speaking. He has made a special study of these subterranean matters." "Don't you remember, papa, Coleridge's poem of Kubla Khan?-- "Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea!" "Our sacred river, when we find it, shall be named Miriam." |
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