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*12 THE MAN OF THE WORLD.
commonly ended in feme idea of Mifs
Sindall, though he meant nothing lefs than
to think of fuch an objedt.
He had ftrayed in one of thofe excur-
fions, about half a mile from the houfe,
through a copfe at the corner of the park,
which opened into a little green amphi¬
theatre, in the middle of which was a
pool of water, formed by a rivulet that
crept through the matted grafs, till it fell
into this bafon by a gentle cafcade.
The fun was gleaming through the trees,
which were pictured on the furface of the
pool beneath; and the filence of the feene
was only interrupted by the murmurs of
the water-fall, fometimes accompanied by
the querulous note of the wood-pigeons,
who inhabited the neighbouring copfe.
Bolton feated himfelf on the bank, and
liftened to their dirge. It ceafed; for he
had difturbed the facred, folitary haunt.
‘c I will give you fome mufic in return,”
faid