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man, when I am alone) and he an intelligent and rather interesting man.—They have behaved to me with great hospitality; and poor was never so happy in her life, as amongst their young brood.
They took me in their carriage to , and I ran over my favourite walks, with a vivacity that would have astonished you.—The town did not please me quite so well as formerly—It appeared so diminutive; and, when I found that many of the inhabitants had lived in the same houses ever since I left it, I could not help wondering how they could thus have vegetated, whilst I was running over a world of sorrow, snatching at pleasure, and throwing off prejudices. The place where I at present am, is much improved; but it is astonishing what
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