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Chapter 3 No.3

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s head to lurk /perdu/ in the immediate vicinity of Lily's house, and seek opportunities of meeting her clandestinely. He walked to Mrs. Braefield's the next morning, found her at h

I hope you will give me the dinner I so unceremoniously rejected so

ou shot off from him with a

o Oxford,-the place above all others in which questions of reason and conscience are most deeply considered, and perhaps least satisfactorily so

ts,-thought perhaps of turning Roman Cath

ily of a religious nature. P

rs. Braefield, graciously. "But where have you found a lodging; why not have come

igid and heartless. But there are times in life when one yearns to be alone,-to commune with

gone before him through the solitary road of young romance. She remembere

lingly, that I were your sister, and that you

appy ones, and they may sometimes p

his musing eyes, the sweeter play of his tranquil smile

where you have found

, somewha

the right address of this cottage, in order to direct such luggage as I have to be sent there, he gave me his card with a grand air, saying, 'I am pretty well known

e here; he would tell

quite a c

perc

t his republican or radical notions must be laid to the door of his godfathers! In addition to his name of Jones, he was unhappily christened Gale; Gale Jones being a not

cates of Parliamentary Reform met with at the hands of his Highness. But we must be indulgent to men who have been unfortunately christened before they had any choice of the names that were to rule their fate. I myself should have been less whimsical had I not been named after

mwell Lodge is very prettily situated. By

ruth-teller, /par excellence/, what hast thou come to? How are the mighty fallen! "Since you say yo

o-morrow: I shal

arly

lier the

'clock to

ary. Good-day: I must now go to Mrs. So

Kenel

rs. Braefield; "I wish s

eseated

don't think she i

nd says that she is too childish to talk to, and always tells me t

dee

ind someth

dee

hildish, nor q

t th

ne. But you know what

ll her as

N

no age; fairy is neit

fairy by those who k

elieves in

e, I must be off. The day af

riting-table. "Since you pass Grasmere on you

mere was a lake

k the first picture he ever sold was a view of Wordsworth's house there. Here is

aefield. As you say, I p

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