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had lived. This led me through a valley and by the side of a stream,
whose cascades I succeeded, after many efforts, in crossing. After a
while, however, I found that I had taken a wrong track, and was soon
walking in the contrary direction. I will not describe that long
dreary walk in a drenching rain, with nothing but the base of the
mountain visible, all else being lost in clouds and mist.
After blundering through marshy and boggy hillocks for miles, I found
myself at last in the locality indicated to me. Arriving at a
roadside public-house, I entered it, and on inquiry was vexed to find
that I had again been misdirected. I slept there, and in the morning
started again on my quest. I was now a long way off my destination,
but had at least the satisfaction of knowing that I was on the right
road at last. In the afternoon I reached another wayside inn, very
similar to that in which I had slept. I walked up at once to the
landlord (a fat little Englishman who looked like a Welshman, with
black eyes and a head of hair like a black door-mat), and asked him
if he had known Mrs.
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