He asked me to stay to dinner but I refused with thanks, as I had only come to pay my respects and put off to Dr.
Bartol's.

Dr.Holmes accompanied me to the depot and saw me safely off.

Of all the lovely men I ever saw Dr.Bartol is the one.

He lives in a great, many roomed with as many gables, house.

Elizabethan, of course, with immense fireplaces, brass and dark woods, etchings and engravings, with the sea and rocks immediately under the window and the ocean stretching out for miles, lighthouses and more Elizabethan houses half hid on the bank, and ships and small boats pushing by within a hundred rods of the windows.