Waverley Novels — Volume 12 by Sir Walter Scott
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and I began to reflect, with anxiety, that in this world it is not
often that the gratification of our angry passions lies in the same road with the advancement of our interest, and that the wise man, the _vere sapiens_, seldom hesitates which of these two he ought to prefer. I recollected also that I was quite uncertain how far the present usher had really been guilty of the foul acts of assumption charged against him. In a word, I began to perceive that it would be no light matter, at once, and without maturer perpending of sundry collateral _punctiuncula_, to break up a joint-stock adventure, or society, as civilians term it, which, if profitable to him, had at least promised to be no less so to me, established in years and learning and reputation so much his superior. Moved by which, and other the like considerations, I resolved to proceed with becoming caution on the occasion, and not, by stating my causes of complaint too hastily in the outset, exasperate into a positive breach what might only prove some small misunderstanding, easily explained or apologized for, and which, like a leak in a new vessel, being once discovered and carefully stopped, renders the vessel but more sea-worthy than it was before. About the time that I had adopted this healing resolution, I reached the spot where the almost perpendicular face of a steep hill seems to terminate the valley, or at least divides it into two dells, each serving as a cradle to its own mountain-stream, the Gruff-quack, namely, and the shallower, but more noisy, Gusedub, on the left hand, which, at their union, form the Gander, properly so called. Each of these little valleys has a walk winding up to its recesses, rendered more easy by |
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