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excess of his emotion. 'But we aren't allowed to go on the water by ourselves,' he cried.
'No,' said Edward, with fine scorn; 'we aren't allowed; and Jason wasn't allowed either, I daresay. But he went!'
Harold's protest had been merely conventional: he only wanted to be convinced by sound argument. The next question was. How about the girls? Selina was distinctly handy in a boat: the difficulty about her was, that if she disapproved of the expedition—and, morally considered, it was not exactly a Pilgrim's Progress—she might go and tell; she having just reached that disagreeable age when one begins to develop a conscience. Charlotte, for her part, had a habit of day-dreams, and was as likely as not to fall overboard in one of her rapt musings. To be sure, she would dissolve in tears when she found herself left out; but even that was better than a watery tomb. In fine, the public voice—and rightly, perhaps—was against the admission of the skirted animal: despite the precedent of Atalanta, who was one of the original crew.
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