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Agnes Grey

CHAPTER VII--HORTON LODGE
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But, for their sakes at home, I smothered my pride and suppressed my indignation, and managed to struggle on till my little tormentor was despatched to school; his father declaring that home education was 'no go; for him, it was plain; his mother spoiled him outrageously, and his governess could make no hand of him at all.' A few more observations about Horton Lodge and its ongoings, and I have done with dry description for the present.

The house was a very respectable one; superior to Mr.Bloomfield's, both in age, size, and magnificence: the garden was not so tastefully laid out; but instead of the smooth-shaven lawn, the young trees guarded by palings, the grove of upstart poplars, and the plantation of firs, there was a wide park, stocked with deer, and beautified by fine old trees.

The surrounding country itself was pleasant, as far as fertile fields, flourishing trees, quiet green lanes, and smiling hedges with wild-flowers scattered along their banks, could make it; but it was depressingly flat to one born and nurtured among the rugged hills of -- -.
We were situated nearly two miles from the village church, and, consequently, the family carriage was put in requisition every Sunday morning, and sometimes oftener.

Mr.and Mrs.Murray generally thought it sufficient to show themselves at church once in the course of the day; but frequently the children preferred going a second time to wandering about the grounds all the day with nothing to do.

If some of my pupils chose to walk and take me with them, it was well for me; for otherwise my position in the carriage was to be crushed into the corner farthest from the open window, and with my back to the horses: a position which invariably made me sick; and if I were not actually obliged to leave the church in the middle of the service, my devotions were disturbed with a feeling of languor and sickliness, and the tormenting fear of its becoming worse: and a depressing headache was generally my companion throughout the day, which would otherwise have been one of welcome rest, and holy, calm enjoyment.
'It's very odd, Miss Grey, that the carriage should always make you sick: it never makes _me_,' remarked Miss Matilda, 'Nor me either,' said her sister; 'but I dare say it would, if I sat where she does--such a nasty, horrid place, Miss Grey; I wonder how you can bear it!' 'I am obliged to bear it, since no choice is left me,'-- I might have answered; but in tenderness for their feelings I only replied,--'Oh! it is but a short way, and if I am not sick in church, I don't mind it.' If I were called upon to give a description of the usual divisions and arrangements of the day, I should find it a very difficult matter.


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