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Here was a _denouement!_ We looked at him with new interest, and saw at
once, such was the force of imagination, the very eyes and eyebrows of
Gus Lewis. However, it proved afterwards to be only imagination. When we
told him we came from Weston only two days and a half before, the
conversation assumed the native style of New England, and for the next
quarter of an hour we talked of each other and each other's affairs.'
Mr. Lewis was delighted to see us, had stayed only an hour in Weston,
and there heard of our trip from Auguste,--profanely called Gus,--took
the box of maple-sugar in charge at once, laughed at the boy-like
direction without even a surname, and ended with recommending us to go
at once to Miss Post's, on Broadway, where himself and his wife were at
present boarding. All the particulars of life, character, and relative
interests were discussed between ourselves and Mr. Lewis with the
relish and zest of compatriots. I had forgotten how close a tie was that
of Yankee birth, and how like an unknown tongue our talk was to the
Englishman, till we stopped and turned to him to say something, and
found him fast asleep.
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