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F a woman in every way unsuited to him. Yet he looked at Dahlia as if he
cared for her very much, and was only a trifle bewildered by her manner
with other men. "What dear times we used to have on the river!" said
Dahlia to the Philosopher, at a moment when nobody else happened to be
speaking. She accompanied this observation by a glance. It was Dahlia's
glances which gave life to her remarks. "I haven't fished in that river
for three summers," replied the Philosopher, in his most unsentimental
tone. "You used to have better luck when you went alone," said Dahlia.
"Do you remember how we could never stop talking long enough to lure any
fish our way?" "Nevertheless, there has been considerable fishing done
on that river, first and last," asserted the Skeptic, with a twinkle at
the Philosopher, who looked uncomfortable. The Professor's gentle gaze
was fixed upon each speaker in turn, and as he now waited upon the
Philosopher's reply I saw the latter person frown slightly. "I never
considered the fishing on that river very good," said he. "Oh, it didn't
need to be," cried Da