[Sandwich—Sunday, 23 June 1872]
Sunday. The sun hot—but one of June’s perfect days when clouds are highest up in the air. We strolled about for five or six hours—nothing could exceed the exquisite beauty and delight.
[Sandwich—Sunday, 23 June 1872]
Sunday. The sun hot—but one of June’s perfect days when clouds are highest up in the air. We strolled about for five or six hours—nothing could exceed the exquisite beauty and delight.
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