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"How charming! how pastoral! how exquisitely soothing! " said Mr. Phippen, sentimentally surveying the lawn at the back of the vicarage-house, under the shadow of the lightest umbrella he could pick out of the hall. "Three years have passed, Chennery, since I last stood on this lawn. There is the window of your old study, where I had my attack of heartburn last time -- in the strawberry season; don't you remember? Ah! and there is the schoolroom! Shall I ever forget dear Miss Sturch coming to me out of that room -- a ministering angel with soda and ginger -- so comforting, so sweetly anxious about stirring it up, so unaffectedly grieved that there was no sal-volatile in the house! I do so enjoy these pleasant recollections, Chennery; they are as great a luxury to me as your cigar is to you. Could you walk on the other side, my dear fellow? I like the smell, but the smoke is a little too much for me. Thank you. And now about the story? What was the name of the old place -- I am so interested in it -- it began with a P, surely?"
"Porthgenna Tower," said the vicar.