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Various The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine…

They’ll hang me.’
‘Don’t talk so,’ exclaimed Kornicker, with a feeling not a little akin to fear, at the cold, indifferent manner in which the other spoke. ‘You may escape—who knows?’
Rust looked at him steadily, and then said, in a low, calm voice: ‘If it were not that man and law were leagued against me to force me to my doom, not one dollar would Michael Rust give to add an hour to his life. He looks to the grave only as that dark abyss which knows neither thought nor care; where the past is forgotten; where the future ends. Death is but a deep dreamless sleep, which has no waking.
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Various The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine…

Teach me to fish in the lake.
Piscator. Without doubt, my fair young lady, it must be as you desire. And yet, it is not every woman that would have the courage to cross the pond in a skiff that rocks to every ripple.
Discipula. Trust me for that. You should know that I am not wont to be frightened at trifles.
Piscator. Truly, it is so; and I do not question your courage. Then on any day that you will appoint, God willing, I will give you a sail; or indeed, this morning, if duty does not incline you in another direction, and you will step with me into my little boat yonder.
Source: Gutenberg

Various The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine…

I would; and roam over the ocean at my own free will; and through the storm and spray, and lightning-glances of the wild midnight, dash on my fleeing victim like the eagle on his prey! All hands on deck to get on more sail! Stand by to unfurl the main-sail to the tempest!
Piscator. Will it please you, my fair pilot, to inform me whither you are taking us?
Discipula. I am going to run into that cloud yonder; the one before us, with the thunder on its inside and the lightning on its out.
Piscator. What you call a cloud appears to me to be a hill, that rises a few rods back from the shore.
Source: Gutenberg

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