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Yet as one emerges nearer to the edge of London, and nearer to the beautiful influence of the hills, the houses become uglier, the streets viler, the gloom deepens, the errors of civilisation stand bare to the scorn of the fields. YET AS ONE EMERGES NEARER TO THE EDGE OF LO LONDON AND NEARER TO THE BEAUTIFUL INFLUENCE OF THE HILLS THE HOUSES BECOME UGLIER THE STREETS VILER THE GLOOM DEEPENS THE ERRORS OF CIVILIZATION STAND BARE TO THE SCORN OF THE FIELDS
wilight, and the faint diaphanous figures of the fairies peering out from under the bracken to see if evening is come. I do not see upon their regal summits those desirable mansions, and highly desirable residences, which have lately been built for gentlemen who would exchange customers for tenants. When the hills called I used to go to them by road, riding a bicycle. If you go by train you miss the gradual approach, you do not cast off London like an old forgiven sin, nor pass by little villages on the way that must have some rumour of the hills; nor, wondering if they are still the same, come at last upon the edge of their far-spread robes, and so on to their feet, and see far off their holy, welcoming faces. In the train you see them suddenly round a curve, and there they all are sitting in the sun. I imagine that as one penetrated out from some enormous forest of the tropics, the wild beasts would become fewer, the gloom would lighten, and the horror of the place would slowly lift. URNED TO THE PURPLE TWILIGHT AND THE FAINT DIAPHANOUS FIGURES OF THE FAIRIES PEERING OUT FROM UNDER THE BRACKEN TO SEE IF EVENING IS COME I DO NOT SEE UPON THEIR REGAL SUMMITS THOSE DESIRABLE MANSIONS AND HIGHLY DESIRABLE RESIDENCES WHICH HAVE LATELY BEEN BUILT FOR GENTLEMEN WHO WOULD EXCHANGE CUSTOMERS FOR TENANTS WHEN THE HILLS CALLED I USED TO GO TO THEM BY ROAD RIDING A BICYCLE IF YOU GO BY TRAIN YOU MISS THE GRADUAL APPROACH YOU DO NOT CAST OFF LONDON LIKE AN OLD FORGIVEN SIN NOR PASS BY LITTLE VILLAGES ON THE WAY THAT MUST HAVE SOME RUMOR OF THE HILLS NOR WONDERING IF THEY ARE STILL THE SAME COME AT LAST UPON THE EDGE OF THEIR FAR SPREAD ROBES AND SO ON TO THEIR FEET AND SEE FAR OFF THEIR WHOLLY WELCOMING FACES IN THE TRAIN YOU SEE THEM SUDDENLY ROUND A CURVE AND THERE THEY ALL ARE SITTING IN THE SUN I IMAGINE THAT AS ONE PENETRATED OUT FROM SOME ENORMOUS FOREST OF THE TROPICS THE WILD BEASTS WOULD BECOME FEWER THE GLOOM WOULD LIGHTEN AND THE HORROR OF THE PLACE WOULD SLOWLY LIFT
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