. In the forest of Arden. Wli ^^ friends on their best side; our visionof their noblest selves is constantly-obscured by the mists of preoccupationand weariness. In Arden, life is pitched on the naturalkey; nobody is ever hurried; nobodyis ever interrupted; nobody carries hiswork like a pack on his back insteadof leaving it behind him as the sunleaves the earth when the day is overand the calm stars shine in the un-broken silence of the sky. Rosalindand I were entirely conscious of thetransformation going on within us^ andwere not slow to submit ourselves toits beneficent influence. We felt th
. In the forest of Arden. Wli ^^ friends on their best side; our visionof their noblest selves is constantly-obscured by the mists of preoccupationand weariness. In Arden, life is pitched on the naturalkey; nobody is ever hurried; nobodyis ever interrupted; nobody carries hiswork like a pack on his back insteadof leaving it behind him as the sunleaves the earth when the day is overand the calm stars shine in the un-broken silence of the sky. Rosalindand I were entirely conscious of thetransformation going on within us^ andwere not slow to submit ourselves toits beneficent influence. We felt thatArden would not put all its resourcesinto our hand until we had shakenoff the dust and parted from the fretof the world we had left behind. In those first inspiring days we wentoftenest to the heart of the pines, wherethe moss grew so deep that our move- 43 \Hm lllhL. wjjami
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