And what was I myself?
No longer an innocent child, but a moody man, bearing in my face, as I knew well, the marks of my strivings and strugglings, of what I had learned and unlearned; nevertheless, the general aspect of things brought to my mind what I had felt and seen of yore.

There was difference enough it is true, but still there was a similarity--at least I thought so,--the church, the clergyman, and the clerk differing in many respects from those of pretty D.

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., put me strangely in mind of them; and then the words!--by-the- bye, was it not the magic of the words which brought the dear enchanting past so powerfully before the mind of Lavengro?
for the words were the same sonorous words of high import which had first made an impression on his childish ear in the old church of pretty D.

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