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Tonight, I will be continuing the story,

The Tenant of Wild Fell Hall.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 18

August 25th

I'm now quite settled down to my usual routine of steady occupations and quiet

amusements, tolerably contented and cheerful, but still looking forward to spring with the hope

of returning to town, not for its gaieties and dissipations, but for the chance of meeting Mr. Huntington

again,

for still, he is always in my thoughts and in my dreams.

And all my employments, whatever I do, or see or hear, has an ultimate reference to him,

whatever skill or knowledge I acquire is someday to be turned to his advantage or amusement.

Whatever new beauties in nature or art I discover are to be depicted to meet his eye,

or stored in my memory to be told him at some future period.

This, at least, is the hope that I cherish, the fancy that lights me on my lonely way.

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