Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
Three hundred yards of smooth, broad, white road leading from Henfield, a small town in Sussex. The grasses are lush, and the hedges are tall and luxuriant. Restless boys scramble to and fro, quiet nursemaids loiter, and a vagrant has sat down to rest though the bank is dripping with autumn rain. How fair a prospect of southern England! Land of exquisite homeliness and order； land of town that is country, of country that is town； land of a hundred classes all deftly interwoven and all waxing to one class--England. Land encrowned with the gifts of peaceful days--days that live in thy face and the faces of thy children.
See it. The outlying villas with their porches and laurels, the red tiled farm houses, and the brown barns, clustering beneath the wings of beautiful trees--elm trees； see the flat plots of ground of the market gardens, with figures bending over baskets of roots； see the factory chimney； there are trees and gables everywhere； see the end of

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