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to go to sleep or sleeping he dreams, his mind thus working harder in sleep than if he were awake. Walking, this novelist friend says, affords no relief. On the contrary, one thinks better when walking than at any other time. But on horseback he finds it impossible to confine his thoughts to any subject for two minutes together. He may begin as many trains

y of it in company with Miss Sudie, whose key-basket he carried as she went her rounds from dining-room to smoke-house, from smoke-house to store-room, from store-room to garden, and from garden to the shady gable of the house, where Miss Sudie "set" the churn every morning, a process which consisted of scalding it out, putting in the cream, and wrapping wet cloths all over the head of it and far up the dasher handle, as a precaution aga

had a pretty little habit, as a good many other young women there have, of carrying a book in her key-basket, so that she might read while aunt Kizzey (I really do not know of

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rather. I never saw a book I couldn't g

rise. "Is it possible you don't enjoy Longfel

rs; I don't like Tennyson; and I can't understand Browning any better than he unders

prose and poetry of the eighteenth century constantly, as he knew; and who, on a former occasion, had pleaded guilty to a liking for sonnets, but who could find nothing to like in Tennyson

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Virginians only, but of everybody else, in the use of contractions. 'Don't,' for instance, is well en

sin Robert. I'm a heretic

lism I have heard yet, Cousin Sudie.

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hey that fight custom with grammar are fools

n Edwin's house, and that it was time for him to go, as he intended to walk