These were many qualities, all to
depend on a scar, to be sure; but they generally herd together, and he
might be one man or another, as life presented its dark or sunny side to
him. To me, he was very interesting, from the first; and my husband was
delighted with him. The Dominie starved in Weston for congenial
intellectual nutriment. Nobody but myself could tell what a drain it was
on him always to impart, always to simplify, to descend, to walk on the
ground with wings folded flat to his back, and the angel in him
habitually kept out of view. The most he could do was to insinuate now
and then a thought above the farming interest, and in a direction aside
from Bombay. More than that exposed him to suspicion, and hindered his
usefulness in Cooes County.
Somehow, we got talking of Mr. Remington, which we might well do, seeing
him there before us, sleeping like a baby.
"That he could always do, like Napoleon," said Mr. Lewis, "and so can
accomplish much without fatigue."
"Is he married?" said I.
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