The Puritans by Arlo Bates
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talk and pleasant story; all these things made him feel as if he were
drifting into a strange unknown sea of worldliness. Yet his feeling was not entirely one of fear or of reluctance. Sensitive to the tips of his fingers, he felt the influences of the day, the sweetness of his cousin's laughter, the beauty of her face. He was exhilarated by a strange intoxication. He was conscious that more than one passer looked curiously at them as, he in his cassock and she in her furs, they walked up Beacon Street. He felt as in boyhood he had felt when about to embark in some adventure to childhood strange and daring. "It is a beautiful day," he said involuntarily. "Yes," Mrs. Herman answered. "It is almost a pity to spend it indoors. But here we are." They had come into Mt. Vernon Street, and now turned in at a fine old house of gray stone. "Is there any discussion at these meetings?" he asked, as they waited for the door to be opened. "Oh, yes; often there is a good deal. You'll have ample opportunity to protest against the heresies of the heathen." "I do not come here to speak," he replied, rather stiffly. "I only come to get some idea of how the oriental mind works." He felt her smile to be that of one amused at him, but he could not see |
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