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not aided.   Withal she has a dainty waist and bust, is partial to
flowers, and (I think,) would meet an admirer half way.   She has an
album, wherein scores of admirers have written and plagiarised.  Also she
lieth abed awfully in the morning, and occasionally snubbeth her younger
brothers.  /    Back by 6 or so, and Tilly off by coach at 1/2 past, we
leave her.   I squire la belle Sarah back to her abode, and stay tea,
and the evening.   The boys were present, having come in from skating,
but not Mr R.   Miss Sarah played and sang, I sang, and we talked;
not without thought on my part that there was a dear face at Chacombe
worth all this, a thousand fold over.     Presently a Mr Hurst came in,
and we fraternized, smoked, talked of America &c, supped and sate
awaiting Mr Rogers return, which did not happen till 11.   He was sus-
pected of being out a wooing a certain widow.     I said good-bye at within
a quarter of midnight, made a rapid rush through High Street, got to
Drinkwater�s tavern, and secured a bed.       They put me in a room
which had not been ventilated, (I think) since winter set in, inasmuch
that I rose, and smelt at the Water Ewer, thinking the noisome odor
proceeded from too-long-kept water; found it didn�t, opened window, turn-
ed in and slept soundly.
  14.  Wednesday.   Breakfast, then Greatbatch�s.  Rail at 12 1/2
for London.   Horribly cold in the stupid, exclusive, English cars.
Vulgar faced, scorbutic Oxoman and groom-like friend, in cap and leather
garters in the carriage, he damning College Authorities, both going some
miles down the rail, with skates in pocket.   Half hour pause at some
junction, no where to take shelter from cold wind.   On again, and
to London, when about at freezing point for the blood of the passengers.
Omnibuses, and home again.   Letter from Boutcher to George Clark               
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