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pointment. Everybody, as well as myself, thought
him a fine feliow, and respected him. With how
good reason you may suppose, when I tell you they
do so stvil.”

My father paused, and I half jumped from my
seat-in surprise. Then he was alive; wouldn’t
papa tell me who it was; did I know him? &c.
I begged very hard, but in vain, and my father
continued his account.

“You have heard enough of schools, Honor, to
know that whatever feelings of this, I suppose,
romantic character I entertained, I had to keep to
myself. Anything like friendly intercourse with
him was out of the question. His only reception
of my stanrmered thanks the day after the acci-
dent was, ‘Don’t be such a little fool again,
accompanied by a grim smile as he turned on his
heel. All this was en régle, and I knew it, but
not the less did I think and sometimes dream
of the powerful face with the anxious, earnest
eyes. as I had seen them in my extremity above
that terrible water.... Nay, one day I was
punished by a heavy box on the ear from a friend