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The Solitary Summer
·
Elizabeth Von Arnim
52
When
the
parson
came
to
say
good-night
and
good-bye,
as
he
was
leaving
very
early
in
the
morning,
I
saw
at
once
by
his
face
that
all
was
right.
He
bent
over
my
hand,
stammering
out
words
of
thanks
and
promises
of
devotion
and
invocations
of
blessings
in
such
quantities
that
I
began
to
feel
quite
pleased
with
myself,
and
as
though
I
had
been
doing
a
virtuous
deed.
This
feeling
I
saw
reflected
on
the
Man
of
Wrath's
face,
which
made
me
consider
that
all
we
had
done
was
to
fill
the
living
in
the
way
that
suited
us
best,
and
that
we
had
no
cause
whatever
to
look
and
feel
so
benevolent.
Still,
even
now,
while
the
victorious
candidate
is
dreaming
of
his
trebled
income
and
of
the
raptures
of
his
home-coming
to-morrow,
the
glow
has
not
quite
departed,
and
I
am
dwelling
with
satisfaction
on
the
fact
that
we
have
been
able
to
raise
eight
people
above
those
hideous
cares
that
crush
all
the
colour
out
of
the
lives
of
the
genteel
poor.
I
am
glad
he
has
so
many
children,
because
there
will
be
more
to
be
made
happy.
They
will
be
rich
on
the
little
income,
and
will
no
doubt
dismiss
the
wise
and
willing
eldest
baby
to
appropriate
dolls
and
pinafores;
and
everybody
will
have
what
they
never
yet
have
had,
a
certain
amount
of
that
priceless
boon,
leisure--leisure
to
sit
down
and
look
at
themselves,
and
inquire
what
it
is
they
really
mean,
and
really
want,
and
really
intend
to
do
with
their
lives.
And
this,
I
may
observe,
is
a
beneficial
process
wholly
impossible
on
100
pounds
a
year
divided
by
eight.
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