Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale by Charles Brockden Brown
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suspended the inquiry which I was preparing to make respecting
the letter. In a short time, the company relinquished the subject which engaged them, and directed their attention to Wieland. They thought that he only waited for a pause in the discourse, to produce the letter. The pause was uninterrupted by him. At length Pleyel said, "Well, I suppose you have found the letter." "No," said he, without any abatement of his gravity, and looking stedfastly at his wife, "I did not mount the hill."--"Why not?"--"Catharine, have you not moved from that spot since I left the room?"--She was affected with the solemnity of his manner, and laying down her work, answered in a tone of surprise, "No; Why do you ask that question?"--His eyes were again fixed upon the floor. and he did not immediately answer. At length, he said, looking round upon us, "Is it true that Catharine did not follow me to the hill? That she did not just now enter the room?"--We assured him, with one voice, that she had not been absent for a moment, and inquired into the motive of his questions. "Your assurances," said he, "are solemn and unanimous; and yet I must deny credit to your assertions, or disbelieve the testimony of my senses, which informed me, when I was half way up the hill, that Catharine was at the bottom." We were confounded at this declaration. Pleyel rallied him with great levity on his behaviour. He listened to his friend with calmness, but without any relaxation of features. |
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