’
Mrs Ibstock’s lips tightened and she looked away a moment. "
"I'm a queer girl," she replied with a smile. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this
white woman who understood. ‘Don’t be so absurd. That
is why I have dyed my hair, that is why I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe
and altered my whole style of dress. “Exactly. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. “Not only that,” he answered. She shook her head. It was a haunted place. It won’t even know whether to be scandalized at us or
forgiving.
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