CHAPTER X. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. With a view to raise recruits for his corps, the warlike woollen-draper started for Lancashire, under the colour of a journey on business. I can't invent; the thing won't come. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret. I know what I am doing better than you do. ” Mrs. They'll be back soon enough—or not at all. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. "But I dread the effect your departure may have upon your poor mother.
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