--But I am
talking what the people who do not understand such things lump all together
as mysticism, which is their name for a kind of spiritual ash-pit, whither
they consign dust and stones, never asking whether they may not be
gold-dust and rubies, all in a heap.--You had better begin to think about
getting out, Connie."
"Think about it, papa! I have been thinking about it ever since daylight."
"I will go and see what your mother is doing then, and if she is ready to
go out with us."
In a few moments all was arranged. Without killing more than a snail or
two, which we could not take time to beware of, Walter and I--finding that
the window did not open down to the ground in French fashion, for which
there were two good reasons, one the fierceness of the winds in winter, the
other, the fact that the means of egress were elsewise provided--lifted the
sofa, Connie and all, out over the window-sill, and then there was only a
little door in the garden-wall to get her through before we found ourselves
upon the down. I think the ascent of this hill was the first experience
I had--a little to my humiliation, nothing to my sorrow--that I was
descending another hill.
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