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My glazed eye wandered over the dim and e: it was quite out of sight The

very cultivation surrounding it had disappeared I had, by cross-

ways and by-paths, once more drawn near the tract of moorland; and

now, only a few fields, almost as wild and unproductive as the heath

from which they were scarcely reclaimed, lay between me and the

dusky hill

"Well, I would rather die yonder than in a street or on a frequented

road," I reflected "And far better that crows and ravens--if any

ravens there be in these regions--should pick my flesh from my

bones, than that they should be prisoned in a workhouse coffin and

rave"

To the hill, then, I turned I reached it It remained now only to

find a hollohere I could lie down, and feel at least hidden, if

not secure But all the surface of the waste looked level It

showed no variation but of tint: green, where rush and rew the marshes; black, where the dry soil bore only heath

Dark as it was getting, I could still see these changes, though but

as ht and shade; for colour had faded with