AN ENGLISH EASTER 10
When Monday came it was obvious that every one (......) had gone out of town. There was hardly a of shutters in the West End that was not ; there was not a bell that it was any to pull. The weather was detestable, the rain incessant, the fact that all one's friends were away gave plenty of leisure to reflect that the country must the reverse of enlivening. But all one's friends had thither (this is the unanimity I began by talking ), and to keep down as much as possible the of that game of hide-and-seek of which, at the , so much of London social life consists, it seemed to bring within the limits of the dull season such excursion as one might have projected in commemoration the first days of spring. After due cogitation I a little visit to Canterbury and Dover, taking Rochester the way, and it was of this momentous journey I proposed, in beginning these remarks, to give an . But I have dallied so much by the way I have come almost to my rope's end without my first stage. I should have begun, artistically, by that I put myself in the humor for remote by going down the Thames on a penny steamboat Tower! This was on the Saturday before Easter and City was as silent as the grave.
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