For a moment his hand lingered on the gate, and in fastening the simple latch his fingers trembled, and then he took his seat by his son’s side; and in another moment the boat was flying through the waters.
Maria was a delicate blonde, with a riant face, and an animated manner–we had said almost peculiarly Irish–rushing at conclusions, where her more thoughtful and careful sister paused to consider and calculate.
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