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The
impending
shadow
of
a
great
affliction
,
and
a
great
disgrace
that
had
no
distinct
form
in
it
yet
,
fell
like
a
stain
upon
the
quiet
place
where
I
had
worked
and
played
as
a
boy
,
and
did
it
a
cruel
wrong
.
I
had
no
pleasure
in
thinking
,
any
more
,
of
the
grave
old
broad
-
leaved
aloe
-
trees
,
which
remained
shut
up
in
themselves
a
hundred
years
together
,
and
of
the
trim
smooth
grass
-
plot
,
and
the
stone
urns
,
and
the
Doctor
’
s
walk
,
and
the
congenial
sound
of
the
Cathedral
bell
hovering
above
them
all
.
It
was
as
if
the
tranquil
sanctuary
of
my
boyhood
had
been
sacked
before
my
face
,
and
its
peace
and
honour
given
to
the
winds
.
But
morning
brought
with
it
my
parting
from
the
old
house
,
which
Agnes
had
filled
with
her
influence
;
and
that
occupied
my
mind
sufficiently
.
I
should
be
there
again
soon
,
no
doubt
;
I
might
sleep
again
—
perhaps
often
—
in
my
old
room
;
but
the
days
of
my
inhabiting
there
were
gone
,
and
the
old
time
was
past
.
I
was
heavier
at
heart
when
I
packed
up
such
of
my
books
and
clothes
as
still
remained
there
to
be
sent
to
Dover
,
than
I
cared
to
show
to
Uriah
Heep
;
who
was
so
officious
to
help
me
,
that
I
uncharitably
thought
him
mighty
glad
that
I
was
going
.
I
got
away
from
Agnes
and
her
father
,
somehow
,
with
an
indifferent
show
of
being
very
manly
,
and
took
my
seat
upon
the
box
of
the
London
coach
.
I
was
so
softened
and
forgiving
,
going
through
the
town
,
that
I
had
half
a
mind
to
nod
to
my
old
enemy
the
butcher
,
and
throw
him
five
shillings
to
drink
.
But
he
looked
such
a
very
obdurate
butcher
as
he
stood
scraping
the
great
block
in
the
shop
,
and
moreover
,
his
appearance
was
so
little
improved
by
the
loss
of
a
front
tooth
which
I
had
knocked
out
,
that
I
thought
it
best
to
make
no
advances
.
The
main
object
on
my
mind
,
I
remember
,
when
we
got
fairly
on
the
road
,
was
to
appear
as
old
as
possible
to
the
coachman
,
and
to
speak
extremely
gruff
.
The
latter
point
I
achieved
at
great
personal
inconvenience
;
but
I
stuck
to
it
,
because
I
felt
it
was
a
grown
-
up
sort
of
thing
.
‘
You
are
going
through
,
sir
?
’
said
the
coachman
.
‘
Yes
,
William
,
’
I
said
,
condescendingly
(
I
knew
him
)
;
‘
I
am
going
to
London
.
I
shall
go
down
into
Suffolk
afterwards
.
’
‘
Shooting
,
sir
?
’
said
the
coachman
.
He
knew
as
well
as
I
did
that
it
was
just
as
likely
,
at
that
time
of
year
,
I
was
going
down
there
whaling
;
but
I
felt
complimented
,
too
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
I
said
,
pretending
to
be
undecided
,
‘
whether
I
shall
take
a
shot
or
not
.
’
‘
Birds
is
got
wery
shy
,
I
’
m
told
,
’
said
William
.
