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Chapter 9
Youcanhardlybelieveyouareonlywhereyouare,andyouareconvincedthatthemapmustbewrong; and,whenyouhavetrudgedalongforwhatseemstoyouatleasttenmiles,andstillthelockisnotinsight,youbegintoseriouslyfearthatsomebodymusthavesneakedit,andrunoffwithit.
Irememberbeingterriblyupsetonceuptheriver(inafigurativesense,Imean). Iwasoutwithayounglady—cousinonmymother’sside—andwewerepullingdowntoGoring. Itwasratherlate,andwewereanxioustogetin—atleastshewasanxioustogetin. Itwashalf-pastsixwhenwereachedBenson’slock,andduskwasdrawingon,andshebegantogetexcitedthen. Shesaidshemustbeintosupper. IsaiditwasathingIfeltIwantedtobeinat,too; andIdrewoutamapIhadwithmetoseeexactlyhowfaritwas. Isawitwasjustamileandahalftothenextlock—Wallingford—andfiveonfromtheretoCleeve.
"Oh,it’sallright!"Isaid. "We’llbethroughthenextlockbeforeseven,andthenthereisonlyonemore;" andIsettleddownandpulledsteadilyaway.
Wepassedthebridge,andsoonafterthatIaskedifshesawthelock. Shesaidno,shedidnotseeanylock;andIsaid,"Oh!"andpulledon. Anotherfiveminuteswentby,andthenIaskedhertolookagain.
"No,"shesaid;"Ican’tseeanysignsofalock."
"You—youaresureyouknowalock,whenyoudoseeone?"Iaskedhesitatingly,notwishingtooffendher.