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Excerpt from Rose Douglas, Vol. 2 of 2: Or, Sketches of a Country Parish; Being the Autobiography of a Scotch Minister's Daughter They are far far away who loved thee and knew thee, In the old, old time. WE journeyed on slowly. The cart was so heavy, and the parish roads in such bad repair, that we made small progress. We left at eight o'clock in the morn ing, and it was near eleven before we reached Lanark. The day was grey and chilly, and I remember, as we crept wearily over the moor, feeling the raw morn ing air penetrating into the cart, and shrinking back into my corner with cold as well as with sorrow. I did not venture to look out, till certain we were long past all familiar objects. ...
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