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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
110
Thursday.--Before
we
had
quite
finished
breakfast
Calvert's
man
brought
the
horses
for
Wm.
We
had
a
deal
to
do,
pens
to
make,
poems
to
put
in
order
for
writing,
to
settle
for
the
press,
pack
up;
and
the
man
came
before
the
pens
were
made,
and
he
was
obliged
to
leave
me
with
only
two.
Since
he
left
me
at
half-past
11
(it
is
now
2)
I
have
been
putting
the
drawers
into
order,
laid
by
his
clothes
which
he
had
thrown
here
and
there
and
everywhere,
filed
two
months'
newspapers
and
got
my
dinner,
2
boiled
eggs
and
2
apple
tarts.
I
have
set
Molly
on
to
clean
the
garden
a
little,
and
I
myself
have
walked.
I
transplanted
some
snowdrops--the
Bees
are
busy.
Wm.
has
a
nice
bright
day.
It
was
hard
frost
in
the
night.
The
Robins
are
singing
sweetly.
Now
for
my
walk.
I
will
be
busy.
I
will
look
well,
and
be
well
when
he
comes
back
to
me.
O
the
Darling!
Here
is
one
of
his
bitter
apples.
I
can
hardly
find
it
in
my
heart
to
throw
it
into
the
fire....
I
walked
round
the
two
Lakes,
crossed
the
stepping-stones
at
Rydale
foot.
Sate
down
where
we
always
sit.
I
was
full
of
thought
about
my
darling.
Blessings
on
him.
I
came
home
at
the
foot
of
our
own
hill
under
Loughrigg.
They
are
making
sad
ravages
in
the
woods.
Benson's
wood
is
going,
and
the
woods
above
the
River.
The
wind
has
blown
down
a
small
fir
tree
on
the
Rock,
that
terminates
John's
path.
I
suppose
the
wind
of
Wednesday
night.
I
read
German
after
tea.
I
worked
and
read
the
L.
B.,
enchanted
with
the
Idiot
Boy.
Wrote
to
Wm.
and
then
went
to
bed.
It
snowed
when
I
went
to
bed.
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