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Stevenson, Robert Louis

"The Wrecker"


The news of his death was scarcely a surprise and
scarce a grief to me. I could not conceive my father a
poor man. He had led too long a life of thoughtless
and generous profusion to endure the change; and though
I grieved for myself, I was able to rejoice that my
father had been taken from the battle. I grieved, I
say, for myself; and it is probable there were at the
same date many thousands of persons grieving with less
cause. I had lost my father; I had lost the allowance;
my whole fortune (including what had been returned from
Muskegon) scarce amounted to a thousand francs; and, to
crown my sorrows, the statuary contract had changed
hands. The new contractor had a son of his own, or
else a nephew; and it was signified to me, with
business-like plainness, that I must find another
market for my pigs. In the meanwhile I had given up my
room, and slept on a truckle-bed in the corner of the
studio, where, as I read myself to sleep at night, and
when I awoke in the morning, that now useless bulk, the
Genius of Muskegon, was ever present to my eyes.


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