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American Literature, Books, Illustration, My Kinsman Major Molineux, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Robin Molineux
While he stood on the landing-place, searching in either pocket for the means of fulfilling his agreement, the ferryman lifted a lantern, by the aid of which, and the newly risen moon, he took a very accurate survey of the stranger’s figure. He was a youth of barely eighteen years, evidently country-bred, and now, as it should seem, upon his first visit to town.
Nathaniel Hawthorne, “My Kinsman, Major Molineux” (1832).
