blmding dust of earth, overlaying our hard
I was better after I had cried, than
before — more sorry, more aware of my own
ingratitude, more gentle. If I had cried
before, I should have had Joe with me
So subdued I was by those tears, and by
their breaking out again in the course of
the quiet walk, that when I was on the
coach, and it was clear of the town, I deli-
berated with an aching heart whether I
would not get do-\vn when we changed
horses, and walk back, and have another
evening at home, and a better parting. We
changed, and I had not made up my mind,
and still reflected for my comfort that it
would be quite practicable to get down and
walk back, when we chana:ed again. And
while I was occupied with these delibera-
tions, I would fancy an exact resemblance
to Joe in some man coming along the road
towards us, and my heart would beat high.
— As if he could possibly be there !
We changed again, and yet again, and it
344 GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
was noAv too late and too far to go back,
and I went on. And the mists had all
solemnly risen now, and the world lay
spread before me.
this is the end of the first stage of
C. WHITINQ, BKAITFORT HOUSE, STRAND.
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