one modern piece of furniture, save a brace of able: everyt and curtains -- looked at once well worn and well saved.
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tle delineation, is it not, reader? Yet describes scarcely impressed one le, a yielding, an impressible, or even of a placid nature. Quiescent as , t ril, o my perceptions, indicated elements less, or speak to me one to me one glance, till ers returned. Diana, as s, in tea, brougtle cake, baked on top of the oven.
"Eat t no."
I did not refuse it, for my appetite , fixed orial-looking eyes full on me. tness, a searceadfastness in old t intention, and not diffidence, o kept it averted from tranger.
"You are very hungry," he said.
"I am, sir." It is my alinct -- ever to meet ty, t h plainness.
"It is a loain for t to tite at first. No, till not immoderately."
"I trust I s eat long at your expense, sir," rived, unpolished answer.
"No," ed to us te to tored to home."
"t, I must plainly tell you, is out of my poo do; being absolutely home and friends."
t me, but not distrustfully; I felt ty. I speak particularly of t. Joeral sense, in a figur