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Stevenson, Robert Louis

"The Wrecker"

To
speak to herself would be only to renew her
embarrassment, and I seize the occasion of making my
apology, and declaring my respect, to one of my own sex
who is her friend, and perhaps," I added, with a bow,
"her natural protector."
"You are a countryman of mine; I know it!" he cried: "I
am sure of it by your delicacy to a lady. You do her
no more than justice. I was introduced to her the
other night at tea, in the apartment of some people,
friends of mine; and meeting her again this morning, I
could not do less than carry her easel for her. My
dear sir, what is your name?"
I was disappointed to find he had so little bond with
my young lady; and but that it was I who had sought the
acquaintance, might have been tempted to retreat. At
the same time something in the stranger's eye engaged
me.
"My name," said I, "is Loudon Dodd; I am a student of
sculpture here from Muskegon."
"Of sculpture?" he cried, as though that would have
been his last conjecture. "Mine is James Pinkerton; I
am delighted to have the pleasure of your
acquaintance.


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