Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2006 17:28:41 +0900
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Yes, I be, said the other harshly, but t aint nothin. Itll pass after a while. Nathaniel, Ive thought of a way you can manage. You know your uncles wife died this last week and that leaves me without any housekeeper. What if your stepmother shd come and take care of me and Ill take care of her. Ive just sold a piece of timber land I never thought to get a cent out of, and thatll ease things up so we can hire help if she aint strong enough to do the work. saying to marry). I heard of an Englishman who knocked at a mans door inHeidelberg and proposed, in the best German he could command, toverheirathen that house. Then there are some words which mean one thingSHE goes. In another Moment, except Help come, the Fishwife will be no more.Time presses -- is there none to succor and save? Yes! Joy, joy, with flyingFeet the she-Englishwoman comes! But alas, the generous she-Female is toolate: where now is the fated Fishwife? It has ceased from its Sufferings, it For it passed as suddenly as it came. He lifted his head and looked again at the great cleft in the mountains, with new eyes. Somehow, insensibly, his heart had been emptied of its fiery draught by more than mere exhaustion. The old bitter pain was gone, but there was no mere void in its place. He felt the sweet, weak light-headedness of a man in his first lucid period after a fever, tears stinging his eyelids in confused thanksgiving for an unrecognized respite from pain. of the German grammars ideas of doing something), and this throws the raininto the Dative case, and makes it DEM Regen. However, this rain is not Where should he go? He was dazed by the unlimited possibilities before him. To Boston first, as the nearest seaport. He had taken the trip in his mind so many times that he knew the exact minute when the train would cross the state line and he would be really escaped from the net which had bound him all his life. From Boston to Jamaica as the nearest place that was quite, quite different from Vermont. He had no desire to see Europe or England. Life there was too much like what he had known. He wanted to be in a country where nothing should remind him of his past. From Jamaica where? His stiff old fingers painfully traced out a steamship line to the Isthmus and thence to Colombia. He knew nothing about that country. All the better. It would be the more foreign. Only this he knew, that nobody in that tropical country farmed it, and that was where he wanted to go. From Colombia around the Cape to Argentina. He was aghast at the cost, but instantly decided that he would go steerage. There would be more
