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City and suburb : a novel
CITY AND SUBUKB.
CHAPTEE I.
A DROP IN THE OCEAN.
Late in ihe afternoon of a day in August, Alan Euthven passed under Higligate Archway on his way to London.
He was coming to the great city to seek his fortune ; behind him — white, straight and dusty, lay the Great North Eoad he had traversed — before him was the goal he desired to reach ; Riid yet, instead of pushing faster and faster forward, he paused where the firs and the elms grow far above the highway — ■ paused, and, for the first time since leaving Cumberland- — loohed back.
There, framed by the high, narrow archway, he beheld tho white, level, monotonous road, that looked as though through green fields, edged with dusty hedgerows, it went straight ou for ever ; whilst, at the end of it, hundreds of miles away, thoughtfully gazing bade, for the first and the last time, he eaw the home he had left behind.
Ay, there it was, just the same as formerly to every one but him ; with the sun shining through its stately trees, and falling on its grassy elopes ; with its terraced walks winding up the mountain side, and its summer glory of roses and fuchsiaa dazzling the sight ; the old, old home that was.
It lay behind, and after he had looked, as men do look when they are weary, back along a road they have travelled to the point w^hence they started, Alan Euthven turned his eyes once again forward, to the new home that was to be.
Yet still he did not hurry on : ho was weary, as I have said, and, therefore, instead of pushing forward in haste, as many a pilgrim entering London might have done, he climbgd the bank
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