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I was without, however, I found the driver had been inelegant enough to make some haste, | I was without, however, I found the driver had been inelegant enough to make some haste, that it was only by running on a few steps, and a desperate uplifting of my hand (which by the by, held an apple and a vail) that I gained attention, and was taken "aboard". I gratefully sought a seat, determined not another time to stop for appearances. I saw many things of interest as we passed out of the city, queer trees, queerer houses, pretty children, homely children, some playing, some idling, all making wry faces at the cold, and nearly all, taking some little notice of us. The snow had crusted over the fields beautifully, and the bushes that had shaken off its flakes, and stood up black and bare, looked not unseemly. There were hills too, in the distance, whose mingled blue and white, I, of course, admired. But while taking note of all these things, thoughts of [[you?]], of Father, of the sick and well at home kept mingling with those called up by the scenery. A strange sadness |
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I was without, however, I found the driver had been inelegant enough to make some haste, that it was only by running on a few steps, and a desperate uplifting of my hand (which by the by, held an apple and a vail) that I gained attention, and was taken "aboard". I gratefully sought a seat, determined not another time to stop for appearances. I saw many things of interest as we passed out of the city, queer trees, queerer houses, pretty children, homely children, some playing, some idling, all making wry faces at the cold, and nearly all, taking some little notice of us. The snow had crusted over the fields beautifully, and the bushes that had shaken off its flakes, and stood up black and bare, looked not unseemly. There were hills too, in the distance, whose mingled blue and white, I, of course, admired. But while taking note of all these things, thoughts of you?, of Father, of the sick and well at home kept mingling with those called up by the scenery. A strange sadness