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(...) When he reached the hotel, he rang the bell quietly, and with a palpitating heart, he almost longed to escape round the corner and delay the coming storm by a further walk round St. Paul's Churchyard. Still, he heard the slow creaking shoes of the old waiter approaching, and he stood his ground manfully.

I’m a little stressed, truth be told! 🫣

(...) he did not even wish to be spoken of as connected with it, but he did not the less value his privileges or think the loss of his own importance. Tom Towers probably considered himself the most powerful man in Europe, and so he walked from day to day, studiously striving to look a man, but knowing within his breast that he was a god.

And so they greatly comforted each other - and in what sorrow will not such confidence give consolation! - and with a last expression of tender love, they parted and went comparatively happy to their rooms.

This is off to such a great start—an intriguing conflict, a truly warm and sympathetic main character in Rev. Harding, and so much wit and humour!

Thus it happened that Sir Abraham's opinions were not at once forthcoming, and the uncertainty, the expectation, and suffering of the folk of Barchester were maintained at a high pitch.

Mr Harding reminded the bishop that the archdeacon and the reformer were not yet brothers, and very probably never would be; he exacted from him a promise that Eleanor's name should not be mentioned in any discussion between the father bishop and son archdeacon respecting the hospital; and then took his departure, leaving his poor old friend bewildered, amazed, and confounded.

And we’re off! Year of Trollope kicks off!