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height as far as pears and apples went, when one night, after a very hot

day, when the cart aiting in the yard, loaded up high with bushel

and half-bushel baskets, and the horse was enjoying his corn, and

rattling his chain by thea seed-list, and strolled out into the garden

It was a starlight night, and very cool and pleasant, as I went down one

of the paths and then back along another, trying to rew so thickly along the borders just

where I was

The air sood, but I was

thinking that Iback into the house and up to o down the path as far as

Mrs Beeton's house, and look at the here I used to sit when

Shock pelted me with clay

The path was made with ashes, so that my footsteps were very quiet, and

as I walked in the shadow of a large row of pear-trees I was almost

invisible In fact I could hardly see my own hand