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was scarcely a day's journey from the sea port where they disembarked; and the voyagers easily yielded to Emily's entreaties that they would, for the present, take up their abode with her. "How very beautiful!" exclaimed Beatrice, as, at the end they wound through the shadowy lane so peculiarly English. Truly, as the old proverb says,

The first flush of the hawthorn blossom had given place to the luxuriant vegetation of the green leaves, amid which the red shoots of the