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a spell that time has not weakened, and I have 

 paid it a dozen visits since. I recall now my first 

 impressions of the beautiful drive along the valley 

 between wooded heights and beside the little 

 torrent of turgid clay water ; then the climb beside 

 the horses as we surmounted the great hill that 



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gave such sweeping views of headland after head- 

 land, even to the Rame thirty miles distant ; and 

 lastly the long descent into the peaceful village 

 nestling between its guardian cliffs. The eye 

 dwelt on such scenes with content, and, for the 

 rest, the angler's nose is no caviller. The domin- 

 ion of the pilchard was^a little aggressive,^but if 



