You do not love your husband, you have married him for a position —to escape from—things which you feared. Bordered by fine timber, the road occasionally offered glimpses of a lovely valley, until a wider opening gave a full view of a delightful and varied prospect. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. " "Bless you for it. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. A constant attendant at court, he had the mortification to see every one promoted but himself, and thus bewails his ill-luck. He’s a quiet person, and he says that quiet people should never become salesmen.
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