All My Arguments To
Induce Me To Pluck Up My Courage, Such As The Certainty That I
Should Never See
These people again nor they me, were of no use.
Burton became odious and almost insupportable to me; and the
Street
appeared as long and tired me as much, as if I had walked a mile.
This strongly-marked contemptuous treatment of a stranger, who was
travelling through their country merely from the respect he bore it,
I experienced nowhere but at Burton.
How happy did I feel when I again found myself out of their town,
although at that moment I did not know where I should find a lodging
for the night, and was, besides, excessively tired. But I pursued
my journey, and still kept in the road to Derby, along a footpath
which I knew to be right. It led across a very pleasant mead, the
hedges of which were separated by stiles, over which I was often
obliged to clamber. When I had walked some distance without meeting
with an inn on the road, and it had already begun to be dark, I at
last sat me down near a small toll-house, or a turnpike-gate, in
order to rest myself, and also to see whether the man at the
turnpike could and would lodge me.
After I had sat here a considerable time, a farmer came riding by,
and asked me where I wanted to go? I told him I was so tired that I
could go no farther.
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