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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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After
a
little
time
the
gentleman
said
we
should
be
accommodated
with
such
beds
as
they
had,
and
should
be
welcome
to
rest
in
their
house
if
we
pleased.
William
came
back
for
Coleridge
and
me;
the
men
all
stood
at
the
door
to
receive
us,
and
now
their
behaviour
was
perfectly
courteous.
We
were
conducted
into
the
house
by
the
same
man
who
had
directed
us
hither
on
the
other
side
of
the
lake,
and
afterwards
we
learned
that
he
was
the
father
of
our
hostess.
He
showed
us
into
a
room
up-stairs,
begged
we
would
sit
at
our
ease,
walk
out,
or
do
just
as
we
pleased.
It
was
a
large
square
deal
wainscoted
room,
the
wainscot
black
with
age,
yet
had
never
been
painted:
it
did
not
look
like
an
English
room,
and
yet
I
do
not
know
in
what
it
differed,
except
that
in
England
it
is
not
common
to
see
so
large
and
well-built
a
room
so
ill-furnished:
there
were
two
or
three
large
tables,
and
a
few
old
chairs
of
different
sorts,
as
if
they
had
been
picked
up
one
did
not
know
how,
at
sales,
or
had
belonged
to
different
rooms
of
the
house
ever
since
it
was
built.
We
sat
perhaps
three-quarters
of
an
hour,
and
I
was
about
to
carry
down
our
wet
coffee
and
sugar
and
ask
leave
to
boil
it,
when
the
mistress
of
the
house
entered,
a
tall
fine-looking
woman,
neatly
dressed
in
a
dark-coloured
gown,
with
a
white
handkerchief
tied
round
her
head;
she
spoke
to
us
in
a
very
pleasing
manner,
begging
permission
to
make
tea
for
us,
an
offer
which
we
thankfully
accepted.
Encouraged
by
the
sweetness
of
her
manners,
I
went
down-stairs
to
dry
my
feet
by
the
kitchen
fire;
she
lent
me
a
pair
of
stockings,
and
behaved
to
me
with
the
utmost
attention
and
kindness.
She
carried
the
tea-things
into
the
room
herself,
leaving
me
to
make
tea,
and
set
before
us
cheese
and
butter
and
barley
cakes.
These
cakes
are
as
thin
as
our
oat-bread,
but,
instead
of
being
crisp,
are
soft
and
leathery,
yet
we,
being
hungry,
and
the
butter
delicious,
ate
them
with
great
pleasure,
but
when
the
same
bread
was
set
before
us
afterwards
we
did
not
like
it.
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