. In the forest of Arden. There were a great many days inArden when we did absolutely nothing;we awoke without plans; we fell asleepwithout memories. This was especiallytrue of the earlier part of our stay in the Forest; the stage of intense enjoyment ^of new-found freedom and repose. ^There was a kind of rapture in thepossession of our days that was new tous; a sense of ownership of time ofwhich we had never so much asdreamed when we lived by the tiny ornamental hands on thedelicately painted dial were our task-masterst disguised under forms so daintyand fragile that, while we fel
. In the forest of Arden. There were a great many days inArden when we did absolutely nothing;we awoke without plans; we fell asleepwithout memories. This was especiallytrue of the earlier part of our stay in the Forest; the stage of intense enjoyment ^of new-found freedom and repose. ^There was a kind of rapture in thepossession of our days that was new tous; a sense of ownership of time ofwhich we had never so much asdreamed when we lived by the tiny ornamental hands on thedelicately painted dial were our task-masterst disguised under forms so daintyand fragile that, while we felt theirtyranny, we never so much as suspectedtheir share in our servitude. Silentthemselves, they issued their commandsin tones we dared not disregard; fash-ioned so cunningly, they ruled us aswith iron sceptres; moving within sosmall a circle, they sent us hither and %
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