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Luke paced up and down the lawn of his pretty Rectory. The moon was / shedding its silver light on grass and trees; the flowers were flinging / their perfume around him; a nightingale trilled out its song from a / tree in the distance; but it all meant nothing to Luke. His soul was / crying out for crowds of human beings; for his fellow men; for the rush / and excitement of city life; for the tumult and whirl of London.
The silence of this summer night broken only by the song of the / nightingale was almost unbearable. The thought of his village church / sparsely filled with farmers and their wives, and labourers, who / listened to him with their mouths open in astonishment at the oratory / of their new "parson," the remembrance of the cottages nestling on the / hill below the Rectory, with their walls covered with roses and honey / suckle, and whose occupants he had already visited several times during / his short stay among them, had no charm for him.