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"Where does she live, Hannah?"

"Clear up at Whitcross Brow, almost four miles off, and o"

"I'm sure, sir, you had better not It's the worst road to travel

after dark that can be: there's no track at all over the bog And

then it is such a bitter night--the keenest wind you ever felt You

had better send word, sir, that you will be there in theon his cloak; and without

one objection, one murmur, he departed It was then nine o'clock:

he did not return till h he was:

but he looked happier than when he set out He had perforth to do and deny, and

was on better ter week tried his patience It

was Christmas week: we took to no settled employment, but spent it

in a sort of merry domestic dissipation The air of the moors, the

freedom of home, the dawn of prosperity, acted on Diana and Mary's

spirits like so

till noon, and froht They could always talk; and

their discourse, witty, pithy, original, had such char in it, to doing anything