. In the forest of Arden. 117 -lllllNM. Hi _llij!ll/ll. pj. gloom, and I realised, with a joy toodeep for words or tears, that I hadbrought the best of Arden with talked little during those first daysof our home-coming, but we set thehouse in order, we recalled to thelonely rooms the old associations, andwe quietly took up the cares and bur-dens we had dropped. It was noteasy at first, and there were days whenwe were both heartsore; but we waitedand worked and hoped. Our neigh-bours found us more silent and absorbedthan of old, but neither that change norour absence seemed to have ma
. In the forest of Arden. 117 -lllllNM. Hi _llij!ll/ll. pj. gloom, and I realised, with a joy toodeep for words or tears, that I hadbrought the best of Arden with talked little during those first daysof our home-coming, but we set thehouse in order, we recalled to thelonely rooms the old associations, andwe quietly took up the cares and bur-dens we had dropped. It was noteasy at first, and there were days whenwe were both heartsore; but we waitedand worked and hoped. Our neigh-bours found us more silent and absorbedthan of old, but neither that change norour absence seemed to have madeany impression upon them. Indeed, wceven doubted if they knew that wehad taken such a journey. Day byday we stepped into the old places andfell into the old habits, until all thebroken threads of our life were reunitedand we were apparently as much a partof the world as if we had never gone 11 ii8 a
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