"I don't see how I can improve it. All these things spoke of peace;—but there are seasons when the pleasantest external influences have a depressing effect on the mind, by painfully recalling past happiness. "Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense blunderbuss at him. This is a tale of two young fools. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. ‘Damnation! Too late. As soon as he had gained his feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. The chromatic fiction with which he relieved his mind glanced but slightly at this aspect of life, and never with any quality of guidance. My son went down after his death. It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. Many other wards,—especially on the Master Debtor's side,—have been necessarily omitted in the foregoing hasty enumeration.
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