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	        And his Belongings.
rally finds vent in some brief decendental comment.
He is, from his own point of view, not inhospitable,
and, I veritably believe, wants to have me here.
In many respects he unconsciously sympathizes with
the opposite of his own character as witness his eu-
logizing William Tew�s freer life, and the hospitali-
ty of Peter Gardner � now in the Isle of Man,
and doing nothing.   He inclines to heterodoxy and
certainly ignores hellfire.       He likes books.     I be-
lieve he loved his dead wife, as much as was in his
nature, though I fear he accepted all her self-
sacrificing, hard-working affection, without rewarding
her with that warm recognition which a woman
yearns for.
  8.  Thursday.   More rain, more writing and
worse taciturnity.  In the afternoon, through the driz-
zle, in the cart, with George to Paris.       He had been
so unsociable, the weather so disagreeable, the promise
of its clearing up so dubious , that the combined in-
flictions affected my temper and I didn�t care a-
bout altogether hiding it.     To a mill, where we left
a sack of wheat, then to Paris, where at Patton�s store
we got the whiskey-bottle filled, and it being my turn,
I paid for it.        N. B. George subsequently declared
that the man had charged me double and told me
how he would have bargained for it.  Paris looked
drizzly, dirty, muddy and dreary, as we loitered               
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