Chapter 1365 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

XXI.

Through Groves, so called as being void of trees, (Like _lucus_ from _no_ light); through prospects named Mount Pleasant, as containing nought to please, Nor much to climb; through little boxes framed Of bricks, to let the dust in at your ease, With "To be let," upon their doors proclaimed; Through "Rows" most modestly called "Paradise,"[572] Which Eve might quit without much sacrifice;--[km]