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"
I
have
not
wrought
it
for
money
,
"
said
Drowne
.
"
What
sort
of
a
fellow
is
this
!
"
thought
Copley
.
"
A
Yankee
,
and
throw
away
the
chance
of
making
his
fortune
!
He
has
gone
mad
;
and
thence
has
come
this
gleam
of
genius
.
"
There
was
still
further
proof
of
Drowne
’
s
lunacy
,
if
credit
were
due
to
the
rumor
that
he
had
been
seen
kneeling
at
the
feet
of
the
oaken
lady
,
and
gazing
with
a
lover
’
s
passionate
ardor
into
the
face
that
his
own
hands
had
created
.
The
bigots
of
the
day
hinted
that
it
would
be
no
matter
of
surprise
if
an
evil
spirit
were
allowed
to
enter
this
beautiful
form
,
and
seduce
the
carver
to
destruction
.
The
fame
of
the
image
spread
far
and
wide
.
The
inhabitants
visited
it
so
universally
,
that
after
a
few
days
of
exhibition
there
was
hardly
an
old
man
or
a
child
who
had
not
become
minutely
familiar
with
its
aspect
.
Even
had
the
story
of
Drowne
’
s
wooden
image
ended
here
,
its
celebrity
might
have
been
prolonged
for
many
years
by
the
reminiscences
of
those
who
looked
upon
it
in
their
childhood
,
and
saw
nothing
else
so
beautiful
in
after
life
.
But
the
town
was
now
astounded
by
an
event
,
the
narrative
of
which
has
formed
itself
into
one
of
the
most
singular
legends
that
are
yet
to
be
met
with
in
the
traditionary
chimney
corners
of
the
New
England
metropolis
,
where
old
men
and
women
sit
dreaming
of
the
past
,
and
wag
their
heads
at
the
dreamers
of
the
present
and
the
future
.
One
fine
morning
,
just
before
the
departure
of
the
Cynosure
on
her
second
voyage
to
Fayal
,
the
commander
of
that
gallant
vessel
was
seen
to
issue
from
his
residence
in
Hanover
Street
.
He
was
stylishly
dressed
in
a
blue
broadcloth
coat
,
with
gold
lace
at
the
seams
and
button
-
holes
,
an
embroidered
scarlet
waistcoat
,
a
triangular
hat
,
with
a
loop
and
broad
binding
of
gold
,
and
wore
a
silver
-
hilted
hanger
at
his
side
.
But
the
good
captain
might
have
been
arrayed
in
the
robes
of
a
prince
or
the
rags
of
a
beggar
,
without
in
either
case
attracting
notice
,
while
obscured
by
such
a
companion
as
now
leaned
on
his
arm
.
The
people
in
the
street
started
,
rubbed
their
eyes
,
and
either
leaped
aside
from
their
path
,
or
stood
as
if
transfixed
to
wood
or
marble
in
astonishment
.
"
Do
you
see
it
?
—
do
you
see
it
?
"
cried
one
,
with
tremulous
eagerness
.
"
It
is
the
very
same
!
"
"
The
same
?
"
answered
another
,
who
had
arrived
in
town
only
the
night
before
.
"
Who
do
you
mean
?
I
see
only
a
sea
-
captain
in
his
shoregoing
clothes
,
and
a
young
lady
in
a
foreign
habit
,
with
a
bunch
of
beautiful
flowers
in
her
hat
.
On
my
word
,
she
is
as
fair
and
bright
a
damsel
as
my
eyes
have
looked
on
this
many
a
day
!
"
"
Yes
;
the
same
!
—
the
very
same
!
"
repeated
the
other
.
"
Drowne
’
s
wooden
image
has
come
to
life
!
"
