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“About two years ago. Don't feel fussed upon my account. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. Yet, I suppose that at the present moment I am the most envied man in the room. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service.
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