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I was three-and-twenty years of age Not another word had I heard to

enlighten me on the subject of one We had left Barnard's Inn more than a year,

and lived in the Temple Our chambers were in Garden-court, down by the

river

Mr Pocket and I had for soh we continued on the best ter,--which I hope arose out of the restless

and incomplete tenure on which I held ularly so ressing, and everything with ht it down to the close of the last preceding chapter

Business had taken Herbert on a journey to Marseilles I was alone, and

had a dull sense of being alone Dispirited and anxious, long hoping

that to- disappointed, I

sadly missed the cheerful face and ready response of my friend

It retched weather; stormy and wet, stormy and wet; and mud, mud,

mud, deep in all the streets Day after day, a vast heavy veil had been

driving over London from the East, and it drove still, as if in the East

there were an Eternity of cloud and wind So furious had been the gusts,

that high buildings in town had had the lead stripped off their roofs;

and in the country, trees had been torn up, and sails of windloomy accounts had come in from the coast, of

shipwreck and death Violent blasts of rain had accoes