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&quot; Gosh Smithers here p raps you doan t know 

 Smithers no ; waal, he s got it, got it bad, that s so ; 

 and what s wus, his chil en s got it, and his wife s had 

 it ; and my wife here, a spell ago, what does she do, 

 but up and takes it, s bad s enny on em ; ts a duin 

 curi s keind o thing. You doan t know nothin when 

 ts eomin ; and you doan t know no more when ts 

 goin ; and arter ts dun, tain t no small shakes of a 

 thing ; a feller keeps keinder ailin .&quot; 



Upon a sudden the place took on a new aspect 

 for me ; its cool shade seemed the murky parent of 

 miasma ; the wind sighed through the leaves with a 

 sickly sound, and the brook, that gave out a little 

 while before a roistering cheerfulness in its dash, 

 now surged along with only a quick succession of 

 sullen plashes. 



I must recur to one other disappointment in re 

 spect of a country place, which possessed every one 

 of the features I had desired in unmistakable, type ; 

 and yet all these so curiously distraught that they 

 possessed no harmony or charm. I ought perhaps to 

 except the sea view, which was wide to a fault, and 

 so near that on turbulent days of storm, it must have 

 created the illusion that you were fairly afloat. 



A sight of the sea, to temper a fair landscape, and 

 lend it ravishing reach to a far-off line of glistening 



