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The air blew as freshly and revivingly upon me as it had
ever blown, and the healthy colour came into my new face
as it had come into my old one. Charley was wonderful to
see, she was so radiant and so rosy; and we both enjoyed the
whole day and slept soundly the whole night.
There was a favourite spot of mine in the park-woods of
Chesney Wold where a seat had been erected commanding
a lovely view. The wood had been cleared and opened to im-
prove this point of sight, and the bright sunny landscape
beyond was so beautiful that I rested there at least once ev-
ery day. A picturesque part of the Hall, called the Ghost’s
Walk, was seen to advantage from this higher ground; and
the startling name, and the old legend in the Dedlock fam-
ily which I had heard from Mr. Boythorn accounting for it,
mingled with the view and gave it something of a mysteri-
ous interest in addition to its real charms. There was a bank
here, too, which was a famous one for violets; and as it was a
daily delight of Charley’s to gather wild flowers, she took as
much to the spot as I did.
It would be idle to inquire now why I never went close
to the house or never went inside it. The family were not
there, I had heard on my arrival, and were not expected.
I was far from being incurious or uninterested about the
building; on the contrary, I often sat in this place wondering
how the rooms ranged and whether any echo like a footstep
really did resound at times, as the story said, upon the lone-
ly Ghost’s Walk. The indefinable feeling with which Lady
Dedlock had impressed me may have had some influence
in keeping me from the house even when she was absent.

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