on a holiday

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being thinnedhe stayed his hand and dexterously
manipulated his bill in order to save every stately stem. In boyhoodas
he told me oncespeaking in that tone that only actors and the old-
fashioned common folk can use nowadayshis heart grew "PROUD"
within him when he came on a burn-course among the braes of Manor
that shone purple with their graceful trophies; and not all his
apprenticeship and practice for so many years of precise gardening had
banished these boyish recollections from his heart. Indeedhe was a
man keenly alive to the beauty of all that was bygone. He abounded in
old stories of his boyhoodand kept pious account of all his former
pleasures; and when he went (on a holiday) to visit one of the fabled
great places of the earth where he had served beforehe came back full
of little pre-Raphaelite reminiscences that showed real passion for the
pastsuch as might have shaken hands with Hazlitt or Jean-Jacques.
But however his sympathy with his old feelings might affect his
liking for the foxglovesthe very truth was that he scorned all flowers
together. They were but garnishingschildish toystrifling ornaments
for ladies' chimney-shelves. It was towards his caul [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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Tucker "Is this a fucking joke