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(1889) [MARC] Author: Mary Wollstonecraft With: Henry Morley
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refinement. Yes, in the art of living—in the art of escaping
from the cares which embarrass the first steps
towards the attainment of the pleasures of social life.

The pilots informed the sailors that they were under
the direction of a lieutenant retired from the service,
who spoke English; adding that they could do nothing
without his orders, and even the offer of money could
hardly conquer their laziness and prevail on them to
accompany us to his dwelling. They would not go
with me alone, which I wanted them to have done,
because I wished to dismiss the sailors as soon as
possible. Once more we rowed off, they following
tardily, till, turning round another bold protuberance
of the rocks, we saw a boat making towards us, and
soon learnt that it was the lieutenant himself, coming
with some earnestness to see who we were.

To save the sailors any further toil, I had my baggage
instantly removed into his boat; for, as he could speak
English, a previous parley was not necessary, though
Marguerite’s respect for me could hardly keep her
from expressing the fear, strongly marked on her
countenance, which my putting ourselves into the
power of a strange man excited. He pointed out his
cottage; and, drawing near to it, I was not sorry to
see a female figure, though I had not, like Marguerite,
been thinking of robberies, murders, or the other evil
which instantly, as the sailors would have said, runs
foul of a woman’s imagination.

On entering I was still better pleased to find a clean
house, with some degree of rural elegance. The beds
were of muslin, coarse it is true, but dazzlingly white;

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