"I think we all ought to seek it," I observed tritely, giving a long,
studied artistic stroke to the oars. "I don't see why you shouldn't find
it, I'm sure--if you ask. I wish that I were good enough to talk to you
real helpfully on this subject."
I was startled at the inspiriting effect my brief exhortation seemed
already to have produced on the soul of Emily's fisherman.
"To ask! Is that all!" he exclaimed in the same low breath. And looking
at the glowing, though rather unsanctified light on his features, my
interest suddenly expanded to take in the possible drift of his words. I
concluded that it was time for me to show myself eminently discreet;
having departed so far from the immediate object of my mission as to
spend a considerable part of the Sabbath driving and rowing with a
strange young man, miles from every place of refuge.
"I'm tired," I said. "Please row back now, I should like to go home."
I rose to give Mr. Rollin my place at the oar. He held out his hand to
assist me, and, whether by any malicious design of his or not, at that
moment the boat gave a sudden lurch, and I was precipitated helplessly
forward into his arms.
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