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A mile off, beyond the fields, lay a road which stretched in the

contrary direction to Millcote; a road I had never travelled, but

often noticed, and wondered where it led: thither I bent lance was to be cast

back; not even one forward Not one thought was to be given either

to the past or the future The first was a page so heavenly sweet--

so deadly sad--that to read one line of it would dissolve y The last was an awful blank: so

like the world when the deluge was gone by

I skirted fields, and hedges, and lanes till after sunrise I

believe it was a lovely su: I know my shoes, which I

had put on when I left the house, were soon ith dew But I

looked neither to rising sun, nor s nature

He who is taken out to pass through a fair scene to the scaffold,

thinks not of the flowers that se; of the dissever at the end: and I thought of drear flight and hoht of what I left I could not

help it I thought of hi I should soon coed to be his; I panted to return: it was not too late; I