A Chance Acquaintance by William Dean Howells
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rugged as the shores, broke the long reaches of the grim river with its
massive rock and dark evergreen, and seemed in the distance to forbid escape from those dreary waters, over which no bird flew, and in which it was incredible any fish swam. Mrs. Ellison, with her foot comfortably and not ungracefully supported on a stool, was in so little pain as to be looking from time to time at one of the guide-books which the colonel had lavished upon his party, and which she was disposed to hold to very strict account for any excesses of description. "It says here that the water of the Saguenay is as black as ink. Do _you_ think it is, Richard?" "It looks so." "Well, but if you took some up in your hand?" "Perhaps it wouldn't be as black as the best Maynard and Noyes, but it would be black enough for all practical purposes." "Maybe," suggested Kitty, "the guide-book means the kind that is light blue at first, but 'becomes a deep black on exposure to the air,' as the label says." "What do you think, Mr. Arbuton?" asked Mrs. Ellison with unabated anxiety. "Well, really, I don't know," said Mr. Arbuton, who thought it a very trivial kind of talk, "I can't say, indeed. I haven't taken any of it up |
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