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(1889) [MARC] Author: Mary Wollstonecraft With: Henry Morley
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I could only have a car with post-horses, as I did not
choose to wait till a carriage could be sent for to
Gothenburg. The expense of my journey (about one
or two and twenty English miles) I found would not
amount to more than eleven or twelve shillings, paying,
he assured me, generously. I gave him a guinea and
a half. But it was with the greatest difficulty that I
could make him take so much—indeed anything—for
my lodging and fare. He declared that it was next to
robbing me, explaining how much I ought to pay on
the road. However, as I was positive, he took the
guinea for himself; but, as a condition, insisted on
accompanying me, to prevent my meeting with any
trouble or imposition on the way.

I then retired to my apartment with regret. The
night was so fine that I would gladly have rambled
about much longer, yet, recollecting that I must rise
very early, I reluctantly went to bed; but my senses
had been so awake, and my imagination still continued
so busy, that I sought for rest in vain. Rising before
six, I scented the sweet morning air; I had long before
heard the birds twittering to hail the dawning day,
though it could scarcely have been allowed to have

Nothing, in fact, can equal the beauty of the northern
summer’s evening and night, if night it may be called
that only wants the glare of day, the full light which
frequently seems so impertinent, for I could write at
midnight very well without a candle. I contemplated
all Nature at rest; the rocks, even grown darker in
their appearance, looked as if they partook of the

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