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Chapter 18

           Willowsmereanditspeacefullovelinessseemedtocleansemymindofallcorrodinginfluences;—theblessedsilenceofthewoodsandhills,aftertherushandroaroftownlife,soothedandcheeredme,andIwalkedbesidemycompanionwithalightheartandsmilingface—happy,andfilledwithadimreligiousfaithinthebluesky,ifnotintheGodbeyondit.Wesaunteredthroughthefairgardenswhichwerenowmine,andthenoutthroughtheparkintoalovelylittlelane—atrueWarwickshirelane,wherethecelandineswerestrewingthegrasswiththeirbrightgoldcoinage,andthestar-wortthrustupfairybouquetsofwhitebloombetweenbuttercupsandlover,andwherethehawthorn-budswerebeginningtoshowthemselveslikeminutesnow-pelletsamongtheglossyyounggreen.Athrushwarbledmelodiously—alarkrosefromalmostourveryfeetandflungitselfjoyouslyintotheskywithawildoutburstofsong—arobinhoppedthroughalittleholeinthehedgetolookatusinblitheinquisitivenessaswepassed.AllatonceLuciostoppedandlaidhishandonmyshoulder—hiseyeshadthebeautifulmelancholyofafar-offlongingwhichIcouldneitherunderstandnordefine.

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