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- Author: William Dean Howells
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2013
- Pages: 136
- ISBN-10: 1490556648
- ISBN-13: 9781490556642
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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We first met Glendenning on the Canadian boat which carries you down the rapids of the St. Lawrence from Kingston and leaves you at Montreal. When we saw a handsome young clergyman across the promenade-deck looking up from his guide-book toward us, now and again, as if in default of knowing any one else he would be very willing to know us, we decided that I must make his acquaintance. He was instantly and cordially responsive to my question whether he had ever made the trip before, and he was amiably grateful when in my quality of old habitué of the route I pointed out some characteristic features of the scenery. I showed him just where we were on the long map of the river hanging over his knee, and I added, with no great relevancy, that my wife and I were renewing the fond emotion of our first trip down the St. Lawrence in the character of bridal pair which we had spurned when it was really ours.
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- Author: William Dean Howells
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2013
- Pages: 136
- ISBN-10: 1490556648
- ISBN-13: 9781490556642
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
We first met Glendenning on the Canadian boat which carries you down the rapids of the St. Lawrence from Kingston and leaves you at Montreal. When we saw a handsome young clergyman across the promenade-deck looking up from his guide-book toward us, now and again, as if in default of knowing any one else he would be very willing to know us, we decided that I must make his acquaintance. He was instantly and cordially responsive to my question whether he had ever made the trip before, and he was amiably grateful when in my quality of old habitué of the route I pointed out some characteristic features of the scenery. I showed him just where we were on the long map of the river hanging over his knee, and I added, with no great relevancy, that my wife and I were renewing the fond emotion of our first trip down the St. Lawrence in the character of bridal pair which we had spurned when it was really ours.
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