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From: Bartoli <sy...@pa...> - 2009-08-16 19:04:11
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E," he said. "I heard so much talking this evening that I thought I would tranquillize my mind by a quiet walk by myself before I went to bed, and so I happened to see you and Raybold. Of course I had no idea of intruding upon you, but when I saw you stretch out your arm and say 'Go!' I thought it was time for me to come." "I feel bound to say to you," said Mrs. Archibald, "that that impertinent fellow is persisting in his attentions to Miss Dearborn, and that Mr. Archibald and I will not have it." "I imagined that the discussion was on that subject," said the bishop, "for Mr. Clyde has intimated to me that Raybold has been making himself disagreeable to the young lady." "I do not know what we are going to do," said Mrs. Archibald, reflectively; "there seems to be no way of making an impression upon him. He is like his sister--he will have his own way." "Yes," said the bishop, with a sigh, "he is like his sister. But then, one might thrash him, but what can be done with her? I tell you, Mrs. Archibald," he said, turning to her, earnestly, "it is getting to be unbearable. The whole evening, ever since you left the camp-fire, she has been talking to me on the subject of mental assimilation--that is, the treatment of our ideas and thoughts as if they were articles of food--intellectual soda biscuit, or plum pudding, for instance--in order to find out whether our minds can digest these things and |