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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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One
part
of
the
castle
seems
to
be
inhabited.
There
was
a
man
mowing
nettles
in
the
open
space
which
had
most
likely
once
been
the
castle-court.
There
is
one
gateway
exceedingly
beautiful.
Children
were
playing
upon
the
sloping
ground.
We
came
home
by
the
street.
After
about
an
hour's
delay,
we
set
forward
again;
had
an
excellent
driver,
who
opened
the
gates
so
dexterously
that
the
horses
never
stopped.
Mary
was
very
much
delighted
with
the
view
of
the
castle
from
the
point
where
we
had
seen
it
before.
I
was
pleased
to
see
again
the
little
path
which
we
had
walked
upon,
the
gate
I
had
climbed
over,
and
the
road
down
which
we
had
seen
the
two
little
boys
drag
a
log
of
wood,
and
a
team
of
horses
struggle
under
the
weight
of
a
great
load
of
timber.
We
had
felt
compassion
for
the
poor
horses
that
were
under
the
governance
of
oppression
and
ill-judging
drivers,
and
for
the
poor
boys,
who
seemed
of
an
age
to
have
been
able
to
have
dragged
the
log
of
wood
merely
out
of
the
love
of
their
own
activity,
but
from
poverty
and
bad
food
they
panted
for
weakness,
and
were
obliged
to
fetch
their
father
from
the
town
to
help
them.
Duncombe
house
looks
well
from
the
road--a
large
building,
though
I
believe
only
two-thirds
of
the
original
design
are
completed.
We
rode
down
a
very
steep
hill
to
Rivaux
valley,
with
woods
all
round
us.
We
stopped
upon
the
bridge
to
look
at
the
Abbey,
and
again
when
we
had
crossed
it.
Dear
Mary
had
never
seen
a
ruined
abbey
before
except
Whitby.
We
recognised
the
cottages,
houses,
and
the
little
valleys
as
we
went
along.
We
walked
up
a
long
hill,
the
road
carrying
us
up
the
cleft
or
valley
with
woody
hills
on
each
side
of
us.
When
we
went
to
G.
H.
I
had
walked
down
the
valley
alone.
William
followed
me.
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