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"We will discuss the matter no further," I replied. "You cannot, I see, enter into my feelings. The wild heart of the traveller does not throb within your breast; you cannot understand his longings. No matter! WE WILL DISCUSS THE MATTER NO FURTHER I REPLIED YOU CANNOT I SEE ENTER INTO MY FEELINGS THE WILD HEART OF THE TRAVELLER DOES NOT THROB WITHIN YOUR BREAST YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND HIS LONGINGS NO MATTER
ely hard, horse, that may, for a penny, be mounted amid the plains of Peckham Rye; and high above the heads of the giddy throngs of Barnet (though it is doubtful if anyone among them was half so giddy as was I) have I swung in highly-coloured car, worked by a man with a rope. I have trod in stately measure the floor of Kensington's Town Hall (the tickets were a guinea each, and included refreshments--when you could get to them through the crowd), and on the green sward of the forest that borders eastern Anglia by the oft-sung town of Epping I have performed quaint ceremonies in a ring; I have mingled with the teeming hordes of Drury Lane on Boxing Night, and, during the run of a high-class piece, I have sat in lonely grandeur in the front row of the gallery, and wished that I had spent my shilling instead in the Oriental halls of the Alhambra." "There you are," said B., "that is just as good as yours; and you can write like that without going more than a few hours' journey from London. I RIDDEN THE SMALL BUT EXTREMELY HARD HORSE THAT MAY FOR A PENNY BE MOUNTED AMID THE PLAINS OF PECKHAM RYE AND HIGH ABOVE THE HEADS OF THE GIDDY THRONGS OF BARNET THOUGH IT IS DOUBTFUL IF ANY ONE AMONG THEM WAS HALF SO GIDDY AS WAS I HAVE I SWUNG IN HIGHLY COLOURED CAR WORKED BY A MAN WITH A ROPE I HAVE TROD IN STATELY MEASURE THE FLOOR OF KENSINGTON'S TOWN HALL THE TICKETS WERE A GUINEA EACH AND INCLUDED REFRESHMENTS WHEN YOU COULD GET TO THEM THROUGH THE CROWD AND ON THE GREEN SWARD OF THE FOREST THAT BORDERS EASTERN ANGLIA BY THE OFT SUNG TOWN OF EPPING I HAVE PERFORMED QUAINT CEREMONIES IN A RING I HAVE MINGLED WITH THE TEEMING HORDES OF DRURY LANE ON BOXING NIGHT AND DURING THE RUN OF A HIGH CLASS PIECE I HAVE SAT IN LONELY GRANDEUR IN THE FRONT ROW OF THE GALLERY AND WISHED THAT I HAD SPENT MY SHILLING INSTEAD IN THE ORIENTAL HALLS OF THE ALHAMBRA THERE YOU ARE SAID B THAT IS JUST AS GOOD AS YOURS AND YOU CAN WRITE LIKE THAT WITHOUT GOING MORE THAN A FEW HOURS JOURNEY FROM LONDON
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