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Chapter 32

--This September, I was invited to
devastate the moors of a friend, in the
North; and on my journey to his abode, I
unexpectedly came within fifteen miles of Gimmerton. The hostler
at a roadside public-house was holding a pail of water to refresh
my horses, when a cart of very green oats, newly reaped, passed
by, and he remarked:

“Yon’s frough Gimmerton, nah! They’re allas three wick after
other folk wi’ ther harvest.”

“Gimmerton?” I repeated--my residence in that locality had
already grown dim and dreamy. “Ah! I know! How far is it from
this?” “Happen fourteen mile o’er th’ hills, and a rough road,” he

A sudden impulse seized me to visit Thrushcross Grange. It was
scarcely noon, and I conceived that I might as well pass the night
under my own roof, as in an inn. Besides, I could spare a day
easily, to arrange matters with my landlord, and thus save myself
the trouble of invading the neighbourhood again.

Having rested a while, I directed my servant to inquire the way
to the village; and, with great fatigue to our beasts, we managed
the distance in some three hours.

I left him there, and proceeded down the valley alone. The grey
church looked greyer, and the lonely churchyard lonelier. I
distinguished a moor sheep cropping the short turf on the graves.
It was sweet, warm weather--too warm for travelling; but the heat
did not hinder me from enjoying the delightful scenery above and
below: had I seen it nearer August, I’m sure it would have tempted


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