Passing the old rectory, and still older church, with its reverend screen of trees, and slowly ascending a hill side, from whence he obtained enchanting peeps of the spire and college of Harrow, he reached the cluster of well-built houses which constitute the village of Neasdon. Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, several inches in thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage. "Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?—silence gives consent, eh?" Mrs. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. With a view to raise recruits for his corps, the warlike woollen-draper started for Lancashire, under the colour of a journey on business.
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