Book Excerpt XI

One day, as I was returning home from mass at St. Mary’s, which is the chief church, and the most frequented of any in Antwerp, I saw him, by accident, talking with a stranger, who seemed past the flower of his age; his face was tanned, he had a long beard, and his cloak was hanging carelessly about him, so that, by his looks and habit, I concluded he was a seaman…..  “But you are much mistaken,” said he, “for he has not sailed as a seaman, but as a traveler, or rather a philosopher.”

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