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I've been thinking; for a marriage would be very nice in one sense. People would talk about me, and think I had won my battle, and I should feel triumphant, and all that. But a husband -"
"Well!"
"Why, he'd always be there, as you say: whenever I looked up, there he'd be."

LOL

Here’s a pet lamb. Also I’d like to marry you.

Farmer Oak is annoying me greatly haha

“and used all the hair-oil he possessed upon his usually dry, sandy and inextricably curly hair till he had deepened it to a splendidly novel colour between that of guano and Roman cement, making it stick to his head like mace round a nutmeg, or wet seaweed round a boulder after the ebb.”

Ew lol

“Being a man not without a frequent consciousness that there was some beauty in this life he led, he stood still after looking at the sky as a useful instrument, and regarded it in an appreciative spirit, as a work of art superlatively beautiful.”

“What possessed the girl to indulge in such a performance in the sight of the sparrows, blackbirds and unperceived farmer, who were alone its spectators - whether the smile began as a factitious one to test her capacity in that art - nobody knows: it ended certainly in a real smile; she blushed at herself, and seeing her reflection blush, blushed the more.”