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“So, thinking of his misfortunes, amorous and pastoral he fell asleep, shepherds enjoying, in common with sailors, the privilege of being able to summon the god instead of having to wait for him.”

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.”