The Valley of Vision : a Book of Romance an Some Half Told Tales by Henry Van Dyke
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and we went into the water. Soon it came up to our knees, to our
waists. "Hurry," shouted the old man at the tiller. "No time to spare!" "Just a minute more," I answered, "only one minute!" That minute seemed like a year. The sail of the boat was shaking in the wind. When it filled she must move away. We waded on, and at last I grasped the gunwale of the boat. I lifted the child in and helped my wife to climb over the side. They clung to me. The little vessel began to move gently away. "Get in," cried the old man sharply; "get in quick." But I felt that I could not, I dared not. I let go of the boat. I cried "Good-by," and turned to wade ashore. I was compelled to go back to the doomed city. I must know what would come of the parting of Man from God! The tide was running out more swiftly. The water swirled around my knees. I awoke. But the dream remained with me, just as I have told it to you. |
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