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Dobson's farm I mean; it is not my own little paddock, I assure you; that I will never part with.

I beg your pardon: I heard you imperfectly. The farm! well, I shall consider of it. I am greatly obliged to you. Are you alone this morning?

Yes, my nephew is gone.

Ha! gone! It is a delightful day for his journey: I am glad—I mean glad of the fine weather he is getting. I wish him a pleasant journey with all my heart.

He is not gone a journey; he is only sporting with Squire Ruddley; I expect him to dinner.

That's all—I was afraid—I thought somebody had told me he was going to leave you soon.

Myself, perhaps; for I had no idea when he came to me that he would have staid so long. But he has been so happy since he came, and you have become such a kind and agreeable neighbour to him, that I don't know when he will go.—However, it is all very well, he has no agreeable