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Our Mutual Friend - Part 4

Our Mutual Friend - Part 4

  • Author: Charles Dickens

Plashwater Weir Mill Lock looked tranquil and pretty on an evening in the summer time. A soft air stirred the leaves of the fresh green trees, and passed like a smooth shadow over the river, and like a smoother shadow over the yielding grass. The voice of the falling water, like the voices of the sea and the wind, were as an outer memory to a contemplative listener but not particularly so to Mr Riderhood, who sat on one of the blunt wooden levers of his lock-gates, dozing. Wine must be got into a butt by some agency before it can be drawn out and the wine of sentiment never having been got into Mr Riderhood by any agency, nothing in nature tapped him.

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