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One evening, in the beginning of June, I had stayed out very late

with Mary Ann in the wood; we had, as usual, separated ourselves

from the others, and had wandered far; so far that we lost our way,

and had to ask it at a lonely cottage, where a man and woman lived,

who looked after a herd of half-wild swine that fed on the ot back, it was after eon's, was standing at the garden door Mary

Ann remarked that she supposed some one must be very ill, as Mr

Bates had been sent for at that ti She went into

the house; I stayed behind a fewup in the forest, and which I feared

would wither if I left theer: the flowers smelt so sweet as the dew fell; it

was such a pleasant evening, so serene, so war

west promised so fairly another fine day on the rave east I was noting these things

and enjoying theht, when it enterednow on a sick bed, and to be in danger of

dying! This world is pleasant--it would be dreary to be called froo who knohere?"